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jjslvt · 3 days ago

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LOVE HURTS ── .✦ ANGST, SMUT, NSFW, MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤷ heartbreaker!jj maybank x reader

[ masterlist ] // notes: this is a jj version to “beautiful reaper” and “primal desires.” decided to combine it rather than two parts. this one isn’t first person pov. you guys voted that you wanted it so you got it? idk whether to call this dark!jj cos it’s mainly just him being a charming player? well, it’s emotional manipulation, toxic. (which i would never, ever see jj as cos he’s pookie! love writing loverboy!jj 🙂‍↕️ my literal golden boy). just giving this fic to those who voted yes since it won on the poll. [ includes rough & unprotected sex, be safe ]

JJ Maybank had a way of making you believe all the charming things he would say. He wasn’t the most gracious or sophisticated at it — no, sometimes words failed him completely but he could surprise you. In the best of ways.

Was it his smile that would bask in the warmth of a thousand suns? Was it his signature messy locks of blond hair that looked wonderful no matter what state it was in? Was it the way his ocean-colored eyes would glimmer as soon as the light had shone on them? Was it the low tone of his voice with that Southern drawl that came on thicker during certain moments — sending shivers down your spine? Or maybe it was the way he would stare at you like a puppy that made him seem so innocent at first.

That smile of his wasn’t a smile but a dangerous smirk that you were too blind to see.

You don’t have to explain how devastatingly and ruggedly handsome JJ Maybank is. Not only did he have a personality that captivated you in every way; even with the internal sadness and torment that shackled him… the one he would hide and run away from — but he also looked like everything you ever wanted.

Yet he was the most flawed being you ever had the agonizing pleasure of knowing. You felt as though you were put under some trance just to endure his delightful pain.

JJ Maybank had you wrapped around his finger and you were never just the only one. Everyone loved him, everyone wanted him and he’d make you feel special but it was just a fleeting moment. He didn’t want to let anyone in.

He was a heartbreaker and probably one of the sweetest ones.

JJ had much potential; it wasn’t that he was evil, no. He had a good heart deeply buried in the confines of his slightly smeared soul. A heart that he only showed to his best friends, refusing to give others a chance. Too much hurt had plagued him and as much as you wished to be his saving grace, you couldn’t be.

He didn’t want to give that heart up to someone special, he just pushed you away when you came too close. When it had started getting too real for him but he never truly let you stray too far.

All you could do was let him drag you through this exquisite sinful heaven. Perhaps you were twisted too… because you couldn’t stay away.

You were in love.

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A familiar sensation, of JJ Maybank fucking you well into oblivion. His thick cock was so deeply swallowed by you, making you moan out incoherent words. A game that you both played except it wasn’t a game to you; yet you let yourself stay as a player.

Once he heard those sinful sounds escape from your lips, his smirk widened. His eyes twinkled with pride because he knew.

You enjoyed the pleasure too; it would be a lie to say that you didn’t. Your body undoubtedly craved his just as he seemed to want to mold into yours, trying to claim you.

JJ Maybank knew how to fuck and make you feel like you’re on top of the world, that was the simple truth.

On the other hand, you had wished he was fucking you out of pure love… but you knew better than to believe the sweet praises falling from those lips. The praises left a bittersweet taste in your mouth as you both relished and ached at those delicious words. He could be dirty and vulgar with the words but times like these? He became silver-tongued, he knew how to make you melt. It was his charm.

Maybe deep down… he did feel something as this was reoccurring. The full length of his shaft seemed to find a home in the tightness of your heat. Never getting tired of the pleasurable sensation, neither of you.

You couldn’t read his mind; he didn’t like being vulnerable, he didn’t want to let you in. You weren’t the most angelic of people either — you wanted to dive into that tortured soul of a mind, you knew he had pain. The curiosity was a brutal need, if only it were possible to read minds.

You wanted to be the one who could break down his protective walls.

Yet you felt that sometimes, you were the only one who could understand him. Who could pick up the cues. You knew he was a mess of a person — the prettiest boy, full of mischief and sadness; an angry boy, full of impulsivity and hurt that others failed to see. You noticed everything about him.

But not what he thinks of you. He needs someone. Who can that someone be? It won’t be you, no matter how hard you wish upon the stars in the night sky to grant you this one thing. Why would it? This is the prison of chaos not the oasis of miracles.

In the primal sense, it seemed like he needed YOU but love? He’s charismatic to several, which makes you turn green; your eyes full of jealousy burning behind his back. A burning that you had to dip into the vast ocean to cleanse out of your system before the pain in you revealed itself. This was where the problems that choked you lay. Flirtatious in personality and infected others with smiles, even if they got annoyed with him. No one could stay away from him and you knew he was experienced. He had that reputation after all. You knew he would compliment others; he couldn’t resist charming a pretty girl who gave him attention — that came his way, stealing what you laid naive, emotional claim to.

You knew he hooks up; you two aren’t in a relationship after all. Even if he makes you think it sometimes. You wonder how he fucks the others… the same as you? If so, you think your jealousy will hit a boiling point.

You were as possessive as he was. You just hid it well usually, at least you hoped. And yes, he spoke possessively to you, maybe because it was the heat of passion.

“You feel so good, fuuuuck…” A grunt escaped his mouth at a particularly rough thrust that had your insides shaking. You arched a bit, accepting how greedily he wanted to bury himself inside of you — stretching you more and more to your limits every single time.

“You’re mine, say it… ah, haa…” he practically growled that out as you whimpered.

‘He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t have.’

Yet your heart instantly responded with a ‘yes, I’m completely yours, you idiot.’ That whimper caused him delight as his ocean eyes looked hazy, like a storm.

But you had a small piece of pride during these moments when he wrecked you; a shudder in your body serving to his pleasure. A pride he would no doubt, break down.

He took his free hand that wasn’t gripping your hip with a bruising force and pried your mouth fully open with his thumb. His movements speed up, slamming with reckless abandon now. ‘He’s close,’ you thought. He slightly pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding the bottom of your jaw with the rest of his hand, the tip of his thumb touching your bottom teeth, moving further in — trying to feel a bit of your tongue.

“Say it, baby… c’mon, say that you’re mine,” he didn’t growl it this time. Much to your surprise, it almost sounded like a plea rather than a command. He knew you would weaken at that tone right away.

Gasping out, you mumbled, “A-ah… y-yours…”

“Whose?” His thrust punctuated that question and his hand was still there, wanting you to mumble more. His tone changing to something rougher.

“Yours… JJ… I’m yours.” Your mouth betrayed your little pride despite it being the truth. You had no eyes for anyone else.

He groaned in satisfaction and grinned a little, then dipped his thumb fully into your mouth, making you suck. Your lips closed in and your tongue moved slightly because you would have kissed and licked every part of him.

And you did.

Just as he also did it; he would worship your body a lot of times which only made you fall into this chaos deeper. Making sure every inch of you got attention… got touched, kissed, licked, sucked; all of it. Covering you in marks as if you were his work of art, a masterpiece he wished to display because he created it and owned it. It wasn’t always a frantic fuck — a mindless release but this was what made you wish more; that he would never even glance at someone else. Your dark thoughts oozed out, the fact that you wanted to cage him and hide him from the others. See, you were pathetically obsessed with him.

He didn’t know the full extent of it; he knew you cared. Knew you were whipped to the core but he didn’t know these dark thoughts because he treated you like an angel to play with.

“You… look s’ sweet…” he rasped out, his pumps into you gaining even more speed suddenly. You could feel the throbbing of his cock start to grow. Your eyes were somewhat half-lidded, gazing with everything at him. The shimmer of light illuminated their colors. He loved your eyes for some reason and said they expressed more than you knew. Only at this moment.

“Sweetheart… ‘s pretty, perfect,” another rasp came out as his thumb slipped out of your mouth. Your saliva coated it so he placed it near his mouth, his tongue swiping his thumb to taste the wetness you left on him.

He whispered for a moment but loud enough so you could hear, “You’re worth lookin’ at more than anyone else… you know that? Takin’ me like this and lookin’ like a beaut.”

He would add in something like that, so randomly — his charming tricks just crashed into the open. Was it cheesy? Maybe. Yet it still made goosebumps appear on your skin and made your face start to heat up. It made you feel like you had a damn chance, especially with how that voice sounded.

Does he talk to the others like this? Does he seduce them all with his secretive soft praises? The first time you heard him speak like a lover boy shook you to your core — he’s smarter than others would ever give him credit for.

Then he swiped his tongue at it once more.

“HNG, tasty…” he murmured like a starved man, getting closer and closer to the edge of his release. He put that hand back on the other side of your hip; both hands firmly pinning you down to his bed more now. You squirmed because you always loved feeling his hands on you, even if they were hurting you a little.

There was a gratification in that pain.

“You taste the best, cupcake.” His face contorting in the most wonderful form of pleasure as he poured out those words.

“Y’know that, right? How tasty you are… can’t let anyone else taste it.”

The blood in your veins felt like it was ablaze, scorching your body with the heat he created.

“So fuckin’ warm… UGH — so tight… f’ me,” he panted with a whine that ruined you; he struggled to speak a little as his hips were rapidly bucking in. His stamina was something else and the relentlessness of his speed, like he was a creature. But you took him well… a match to him.

Your body tensed up at his continuous praises, ready to follow him in the orgasmic bliss that was about to wash over you both. He could feel that you were close too as he stayed attuned to you and so, he leaned over while continuing to fuck you until you saw stars. Both of you were on the edge of spilling as his mouth planted onto yours, making this moment intimate. The bed creaked from his force, the sounds of flesh slapping and the noises your mouths made that were now muffled; consuming each other.

More like, him consuming you as you couldn’t fight his dominance.

His kiss almost felt like it was stealing your soul, searching for all the love he could find as if he desperately needed… love. Taking in every moan or whine out of you, his tongue plunging into your mouth — seeking the taste of the sweetness he had taken bites of before, exploring deeply. Sometimes he’d pull your tongue out a bit so he could suck on it then resume kissing you more sweetly after. That made you feel like you were on cloud nine. That made you writhe underneath him as butterflies filled your stomach with the way he worked on you.

Then the bite would come, nibbling your bottom lip then sinking those teeth harder in, tugging to make tears slip out of you. Tears that you didn’t mind giving because you were in ecstasy.

“JJ…” You choked out, barely sounding normal at all and his body shook.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock hit that special spot and let go. He moved his face away, letting your bottom lip go — throwing back his head as his jaw clenched & he let out a guttural groan, “shiiiit… f-fuck… mine.”

He had exploded inside of you… copious amounts of his cum filling you; his cock twitching in the contentment of his climax. He collapsed on top of you instantly due to the quantity, almost squishing you and keeping that strong grip on your hips. Your hands had gripped his arms sometime between it all, now shaking.

‘Mine,’ why did he have to call you that now? It wasn’t fair. You cried out loudly, finding your finish as well as your whole body arched into his despite him pressing you into the bed — more tears streaming down your face.

His hips still stuttered and mindlessly rutted a bit until he was completely spent. Your limbs went numb, loosening… the pants of you both being the only sound as silence filled. Rapid breaths as your flesh stuck together, unwilling to separate much at all.

He didn’t speak nor did you. He didn’t pull out of you… he would stay there for a while & hide his face in the crook of your neck like he was your sweetheart once he started calming. You would lay there, letting this temporary warmth he gave you stay with you as if it was all yours. As if you two were going to be this way forever, as if HE were yours.

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This game you play… he plays, has to come to an end, eventually. You know that. This sweet torment he puts you through. The actions that make him seem as if he’s trying to romance you with the intention of what you silently weep for. As if he cares about keeping the heart he has captured.

For a moment, he gazes at you with something unreadable (perhaps something vulnerable), making your heart feel like it’s swelling. Mornings like these, where you’re laying in his bed after spending the night. Hope gnawed at you quietly… ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’ but hope was a cruel bitch. Promising falsity in fools like you; you wouldn’t fall for it, you would shake it off and he would look away.

‘He doesn’t love me. He never will.’

No amount of prayers can cure your addiction; as he was the drug that you kept taking. The sweetened poison you kept letting sink into you. You wanted him, selfishly so — but your love for him was real, unyielding.

Scorching your soul in its wake, fast to undo you because loving him was agony.

The unspoken words… the words of love, the deepest of your desires, the raw ones that weren’t so innocent — suffocating you each day but very slowly. Making sure you experience the most pitiful of deaths. But he knew because of those smirks and gazes he gave… he knew, deep down. Still, you tried to masquerade as a fool ignorant of your intense feelings. Parading around like he didn’t have you wrapped around his finger, that it wasn’t painfully obvious.

Does he know you’re dying? How many times has he looked at you and not realized, it’s killing you, or maybe he did — you weren’t a mind reader.

Why won’t he let you into his heart? Is that fear… he tries masking away? Is he afraid… to actually fall in love?

And why did he look at you now… with mysterious eyes for that moment? Eyes full of something.

(another note: considering pausing all my wips… & writer’s break cos motivation down atm. idk yet)

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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 1 day ago

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We're so bad together (I think I was made for you) (Dean Winchester x female reader)

After a hard day at work you are out in a bar, having a drink, when a handsome stranger by the name of Dean Winchester walks in. You both have a little secret though.

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Rated E. 5.2k words. Role-playing. Dean cockblocking random dudes at bars. Dean being a massive flirt. Everyone's having a good time (except random bar guy).

Traveling for work has its perks – you get to see the country, make your own schedule and the anonymity of it can be nice.

The downside? Killing time in shitty motels and boring bars.

Sometimes you yearn for the comfort of a place you could come home to every night, a little nest, although you despise the word, all for yourself. Maybe one day.

Because another upside to life on the road? Handsome strangers.

Your day has been long and tiring and you just want a drink. The bar isn’t a dive bar, but a slightly hip place, with white wood and low, thrumming music in the background. The drinks carry ironic names and they only have craft beer. It’s not so bad, plus you get some olives at the bar instead of pretzels and peanuts, which is a nice change of pace.

You sit down at one of the stools at the bar and order a vodka soda. While you wait for your drink, you look around. Most small towns don’t have these sorts of places, but where you are now is just close enough to a bigger city that there’s probably enough young professionals to get good business.

You stretch your neck a little, making the thin chain necklace around your neck move, feeling some tension there. The barkeep brings you your drink, and you smile and thank him, take a sip and sigh.

A group of five walk up next to you at the bar. They’re all in office clothes, their suit jackets taken off, the women putting their hair into pony tails, trying to get comfortable, and you thank the heavens that you don’t have a dress code for your job. They’re chatting and joking, seem to know each other well.

You pick this up without paying very much attention to them. The work you do requires you to be aware of your surroundings all the time, and it’s a hard habit to drop. You sip your drink. There’s a TV over the bar, and the news are on, so you watch that for a while.

“You want another drink?”

You expect it to be the barkeep, but your drink is still half full so it’s a weird thing to ask. But when you turn, you see it’s not the barkeep, but one of the guys from the group that’s next to you at the bar. You look down at your glass.

“Thanks,” you say, a polite smile on your lips, “I’m good right now.”

“Oh,” he says, making a bit of a face. “I was actually just using that as a way to start talking to you.”

You look at him. He’s cute. Curly hair, a nice face. Not too bad looking in his pressed suit.

You smile again. “That’s sweet, but like I said, I still have a drink.”

He sits down on the chair next to you and you raise your eyebrows. You thought you were being pretty clear.

He lowers his voice, like he’s telling you a secret. “Look,” he says, moving his head to indicate the group he’s with. “Those are my friends and they’re real good people, but the thing is, I’ve been single for a while now and they get very excited about the idea of me finding someone.”

“O-kay,” you say, not sure what all of this has to do with you.

“And,” yuppie boy continues, “I may have made the mistake of pointing out that I think you’re extremely pretty and they told me not to came back to them without your number.”

It’s not bad as far as contrived ways to chat someone up go. It puts you and him on the same team, and really, you’re just helping him out, right? Poor guy, ostracized by his friends. You swallow your disdain for the situation.

“Wow,” you say, “Sounds like you’re in a tough spot.” He grins, a little too proud of himself and extends his hand. “I’m Colin.”

You don’t take his hand. “Colin,” you say, and now you’re the one leaning in, “I think you’re full of shit.”

He blanks at that for a second, and then laughs uproariously. “Damn,” he says when he’s stopped laughing, “you’re a wild one, aren’t you?” You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Can I give you some feedback?” you ask. “Sure,” Colin says, still thinking that this is going well.

“You don’t have to make up a story about your friends and how you’ve been single for a long time,” you say to him. “If you see someone you think is hot at a bar, you can just say that.” Colin keeps grinning.

“You might say you didn’t like the story, but who’s sitting here with me, chatting?” he asks.

Tapping your fingers on the bar, you don’t point out that he simply sat down and you had no intention to talk to him.

“Well, like I said,” you continue, and start turning away from him, “I have a drink.”

“Come ooon,” he says, and his tone is a little petulant, “we were having fun.”

You’re about to turn back and tell Colin to get his ass away from you when the front door to your right opens. Your habit to know what’s going on around you makes you look and then you can’t stop looking.

He’s the best-looking man you’ve ever seen. His face is the perfect mix of stunningly handsome and heart-wrenchingly pretty. He has hair you just want to run your hands through, grip and see what noises he makes. He’s tall and broad-shouldered and he walks with a swagger that seems to make the air bend around him.

He’s breath-taking, in every sense of the word.

He walks in and looks around like he owns the place. His clothes make him stick out like a sore thumb in this place of business casual, but somehow, if that’s even possible, that makes him more attractive. He’s a full and perfect picture.

And, while he scans the place, his eyes land on you.

You distantly hear Colin with the shitty friends say something but you don’t listen to it. Because you are making eye contact with this man and then he is walking towards you. He does it without taking his eyes off you and you feel a shiver run down your spine. There’s something intense about him.

“Sorry, did you hear what I said?” You whip your head around and Colin is basically inside your ear. Jesus, personal space much?

“What?” you say.

“I was saying,” Colin repeats, “that they have this really cool mixer here on Wednesdays and if you’ve ever been to that, because my buddy Frank, he—”

“This seat taken?”

Both you and Colin fall silent as you turn the other way again. It’s the guy and his voice is deep and raspy and you feel it all the way down to your crotch.

“No,” you say, looking at him. His eyes are strikingly green, the greenest you’ve ever seen. There’s some stubble on his face and you wonder what it would feel like under your fingertips, against your skin.

“Uh, sorry man,” Colin says. Oh Colin. “We were actually just talking?”

Handsome guy doesn’t sit, instead he leans sideways against the bar, which brings him much closer to you.

“Lady doesn’t seem very interested,” he says, not letting his eyes leave you. A small grin forms on your lips

“Not a lady,” you say. A devilish smile plays on his face. “No?” You shake your head a little.

“Do you guys, like, know each other?” Colin asks behind you, and you can’t blame him, because the easiness with which you two talk is a little intense.

“Name’s Dean,” he says, extending his hand to you. You hesitate for a second, then shake it, say your name.

“Pretty,” Dean says, while his eyes drop down to your lips. Holy hell.

Suddenly you see an arm extend past you, and Colin starts: “My name is –" Dean looks away from your face for the first time, past you.

“I didn’t ask,” he interrupts. You almost feel bad for Colin, but then Dean looks back at your face and you forget there is anyone else in the bar.

“So,” he says. “You from around here?”

“No,” you say, “just here on business.” Dean nods. “Same with me. You stayin’ in town for long?”

“I wasn’t planning on,” you reply. “Unless something interesting comes up.”

Dean’s smile broadens at what might have been an accidental double entendre from you.

“Interesting, huh?” he asks, and his gaze drops down to your hands briefly, maybe checking for a ring? He won’t find it there.

Colin clears his throat, and asks: “So you don’t want that drink?”

You look away from Dean, which isn’t easy, and turn to him.

“Colin,” you say, “give it up, buddy.” He looks a little taken aback and you think he’s about to say something, but then he tucks tail and leaves. Good for him on knowing when he’s beat. And you and Dean have your peace at last.

As you turn back, Dean’s looking over your shoulder after Colin.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he says and you incline your head.

“True,” you say, “but you can blame him for not taking no for an answer.”

Dean nods, then turns to you again. “So, you not interested in any company or just his?” You lean forward a little. “Depends on what you’ve got to offer, Dean.”

He grins again, that boyish grin that makes him look like he should be on posters on the walls of male-attracted teens throughout the country.

“I have a room not far from here,” he says. “Maybe we could go there, see if we can’t make something, how did you say, interesting come up?”

What he’s saying is cheesy as hell and would probably do better in an 80’s porno, but somehow he makes it work. It’s like he knows how ridiculous it is, but he’s leaning into it so hard that it comes around to being sexy again.

You look him up and down again. He’s handsome as sin and although it’s been a long day and you were planning on having another drink and some dinner, you think you should just roll with it.

“Well, then, Dean,” you say, and bite your lip, making him look at your mouth. “Lead the way.”

You pay for your drink and Dean walks you out to his car, which is almost as sexy as he is. He opens the passenger door for you and just as you’re about to get in he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

His lips meet yours and then you have your arms wrapped around his neck and he’s pushing your back against the side of the car. He’s a good kisser and what he’s doing with his hands isn’t half bad either. They wander down to your ass and he squeezes it, pushing himself against you in the process.

“Shit,” he says, when you part to catch your breath, “I wish I could just do you right here.”

“Oh yeah?” you say, and use the opportunity to drag your tongue across his jaw, making him shudder. “Just bend me over the car and have your way with me?”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Wow, that’s, uhm,” he says, then seems to think for a second. “But yeah, something like that.”

You chuckle. You actually flustered him.

Dean’s hand goes back to the door. “Shall we?”

While he’s driving you watch him. You particularly like the little bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. A small imperfection that makes the whole picture even better.

“Enjoying the view?” Dean asks, and turns his head to you. You’re leaning back against the door, one leg angled up on the seat and his eyes go to your face but then run over you, before coming back to your face.

“Eyes on the road, cowboy,” you say, and he grins and turns back. That grin is seriously getting to you and you don’t know if you can contain yourself if you see it again.

Turns out it’s not what you should be worried about since his right hand snakes along the bench seat and finds its way to your thigh. His hands are as perfect as the rest of him, a little rough looking. You bite your lip. He must work really good with his hands. His touch on you is gentle though, and his fingers travel up and down your thigh, going a little higher each time.

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” you ask, and then he does the grin again, goddamn it.

“Just getting the lay of the land,” he says, then adds: “We’re almost there, couple of minutes.”

“Then we should make the most of it,” you answer, and lean forward.

You sit up, close to Dean, and run one hand over his chest, then move your head to gently nibble at his ear. He sighs.

“You do this kinda thing a lot?” he asks, trying to act cool as you run one hand up his leg, coming close to his crotch. “Going home with strange men you meet in bars?”

You reply while your lips move down to his neck: “Only when they’re as handsome as you, which, I don’t think that’s ever happened, so no.” His chuckle vibrates against you.

“Good thing I am very susceptible to flattery,” he says. “So no husband or boyfriend who’ll coming looking to beat my face in tomorrow? You’re single?”

Instead of answering you nip at his neck, making him flinch. He’s about to say something else when your hand moves over his crotch and finds his cock. You bring your other hand there, slowly undoing his fly and it actually shuts him up for a second as you run your hand into his pants, squeezing him playfully.

“If I wasn’t single,” you say, and slowly begin stroking him, “would you want me to stop?”

He sounds like he tries to slow his breathing, as his eyes go back and forth between the dark road and your hand down his pants.

“I don’t, agh,” he says and is interrupted by a small moan leaving him as you keep touching him, “I don’t think I have that kind of willpower.” You grin, watching his face, his eyebrows knotting, his tongue going over his lips.

“I guess there’s no point in asking then, is there?” you say, picking up your speed.

“Yeah,” he says, and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. “Just hard to imagine someone this hot being s—”

He doesn’t finish the sentence because just then you lower your head, take his dick out of his pants and wrap your lips around it.

“Fuck,” he says instead, arm going to your back. His breathing is picking up and he is slowly rocking himself up, meeting you. You drag your tongue along him, your hand jerking off the part of him that’s not in your mouth.

“Jesus Christ, you’re good at this,” he grunts and his hand goes to your hair. The rocking is getting more intense and you start to feel him twitch in your mouth.

So you stop, pull your head up and sit back, your own breathing heavy.

“Why would you stop?” Dean complains immediately. His second hand goes back to the wheel, and he’s white-knuckling it.

You wipe your mouth, get some hair out of your face. “Please,” you say, tone unbelieving, “you think I’m gonna blow you and then I’ll just wait an hour to get mine?” He actually looks offended.

“An hour?” he says, voice sounding hurt. “I am a virile man.” You laugh.

“You’re also not twenty anymore,” you reply. Dean actually chuckles, despite his hurt feeling. “How do you know I’m not twenty?”

You scoff. “Lucky guess?” To his credit, he does chuckle at that.

“Besides,” he says, and his hand is back on your thigh, “there’s plenty of ways I can make you scream my name without my dick getting involved, believe me.” You do believe him.

It doesn’t matter though, because just then you pull into the parking lot of the motel. Dean pulls the car into a spot and turns to you.

“Ready to have your mind blown?” he asks. You feel a grin forming on your face. “Can’t wait.”

He’s on you before the door to the room has even fallen closed. He pulls you against him and kisses you deeply, his tongue pressing its way into your mouth quickly. His hands are exploring your body and then they go to your jeans.

“Do you still need these?” he asks, lips moving against your mouth. “Or can I tear them off you?” You laugh, one of your hands going to the back of his neck, petting him there.

“Can you tear them off without ripping them?” you ask. Dean clicks his tongue.

“I’ll try,” he says, “but with how badly I want you I can’t promise anything.”

He maneuvers you to the bed, unbuttoning your pants in the meantime. You drop down, lift your legs so he can take them off you fully, without ripping them.

He drops down and his mouth goes for your hip, sucking the skin there and your head falls back while a moan escapes you. His lips are soft and full, and then they’re moving on.

He must be telling the truth when he says he wants you badly because he doesn’t even take off your panties, just shoves them to the side and starts kissing you there. Your hand lands on the back of his head, stroking it, and with your other arm you’re leaning up on your elbow, so that you can watch him.

His tongue darts out and starts exploring your clit and you twitch against him, then he licks along your entrance and holy shit you want him badly too.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re delicious.” You moan his name and he goes back to your clit, flattens his tongue and starts pressing it against you in a steady rhythm.

“Mmh,” you sigh, “you done this before?” He grins, briefly taking his mouth off of you.

“Can’t talk, darlin’,” he answers, “busy making you come.”

You laugh but then the laugh turns into a moan, because not only is his mouth back on you but he’s also pushing two fingers into you. You arch your back when he quickly finds your g-spot and starts rubbing it.

“Jesus, fuck,” you pant, and lean your head back, pleasure too intense to keep it up. “That feels so amazing.”

Spurred on, Dean starts going faster and soon you have high-pitched moans leaving you. Your head snaps back up when you feel an orgasm approaching and your grip in Dean’s hair tightens.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you barely manage to get out and then you’re coming, and you do scream his name, just like he said you would.

You’re panting and tensing and shaking and Dean’s mouth is off you because he is watching you, but his fingers rub you through the high, prolonging it.

Finally you collapse on the bed, chest heaving. You blink your eyes open and look down yourself at him. It’s fair to say that he looks very proud of himself. Deservedly so.

“Told you I was gonna blow your mind,” he says and you chuckle but it comes out broken. With a strength that is impressive to you you sit up again and pull him close by the shoulders. You wipe some of your wetness off his lips and then kiss him deeply.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” you mutter against him, because yes, part of your brain has definitely been blown out of your skull.

Dean complies, pulls his shirt off his shoulders and then his t-shirt, while you start unbuttoning your own top. Dean’s standing up and just kicking off his jeans when his eyes go down as your shirt falls open, probably to get an eyeful of your tits.

Which he does get, seeing as you opted to go braless today, but his eyes catch on something different: the long gold chain you have around your neck with the thin gold wedding band that’s currently lying between your breasts.

“So,” he says. He sits down next to you, body turned towards you and lets his fingers trail over your ribs and then he kisses you.

“What would your husband think if he knew you were here,” another kiss, this one on your jaw. “And he could watch you and hear you,” he says, lowering his head to reach your nipple and suck it harshly into his mouth, making you hiss. “Scream another man’s name while you come all over his face and mouth?” he continues after letting go. Then he moves to your other nipple, licks it and finally looks up at you. “Hmm? What would he think? You think he’d be into that?”

Your hand wanders down to where he is still covered by his underwear, finding his hardness and squeezing. Dean exhales sharply and you grin.

“I think he would love it,” you say and Dean grins and kisses you, more gentle this time.

“Sounds like a real pervert,” he mutters and you laugh.

Then you’re pulling on the waistband of his underwear and he raises his hips to let you pull it off him, let it fall to his feet. You start stroking him again, and he keeps kissing you, holding your face in his hands and running his fingers through your hair.

“Dean,” you sigh, and it snaps him back into action. He pulls you closer to him, and you too raise your ass so he can pull off your underwear. He pulls you against him then and sits you on his lap, with your back turned to him. You shiver when you feel his erection against your ass.

Dean kisses your shoulder and then you’re lifting yourself up. He pushes his tip against you, stroking you with it for a few seconds and then you’re slowly sinking down on him. He groans at the feeling. Both his hands are on your hips and you hold on to one of them while you lower yourself, until you are soon flush with him.

You remain still for a little bit and Dean resumes kissing your shoulder. You reach one hand behind you, running your fingers along his jaw. One of his hands runs along your front, between your breasts and over them, along your stomach and then down to your clit.

“Come on, baby,” he says. “Show me what you’ve been missing out on.”

He starts petting you, which makes you clench, which in turn makes Dean twitch inside of you, a perfect chain reaction that gets you to start riding him. Slowly at first but not for long. He feels too good, and you want to feel him too much. If you compare him to other lays you’ve found in small town bars he’s already coming out on top, so there’s no need for a lot of preamble.

He’s kneading your breast with the hand that’s not between your legs. He definitely seems to be liking the idea that you have a husband at home and you’re out here scratching your itch with a perfect stranger, because he says: “How long since you’ve been fucked like this, huh?”

It’s not something you’ve really ever been into, but you give it a shot.

“Too long,” you moan, further picking up the pace with which you ride him. “I was so desperate in that bar before you came in.” And then, squeezing him inside of you, which makes his forehead drop to your shoulder, and you can just imagine his face even though you can’t see it, eyes squeezed shut, jaw set, you say: “I saw you and I knew you could get the job done.”

It’s a little porn-y, but you skip the feeling awkward when Dean holds you close and moves you both. He slips out of you and then he’s laying you down on the bed. He gets over you and kisses you, and you grab the back of his head and pull him in.

“Wanna fuck you,” he pants as he grabs his cock and lines himself up. You arch your back up, the chain around your neck dropping over your shoulder.

“One ticket to Pound Town, please,” you say and Dean grins.

“My kind of woman,” he says, and then he’s pushing into you, filling you up. He starts driving into you, long deep strokes that set your core on fire.

“My husband definitely can’t do that,” you say while you run your hands over Dean’s chest. He grins.

“Good thing you found me,” he says, and as if to prove the point his hand wanders down between your bodies, finding your clit. As he starts rubbing you, your head drops back and you bite your lip, a little moan escaping you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Dean says, his lips finding your neck, licking the skin there. The way he’s moving his hips is too perfect, a slight pivot upwards when he enters you that makes him bump into all the right places.

You feel another orgasm on the horizon just as Dean starts sucking a mark into your skin. It’s a dumb thing to do, really, because everyone will be able to see it and know what it is, but you don’t care because it feels like his lips were made for exactly this.

You run one hand into his hair, gripping it, while the other is around his shoulders, holding onto him because he is indeed taking you to Pound Town.

“Fuck, yes, you’re so good,” you pant and you expect another line about how you’re obviously not getting it at home but Dean must me closer to his own orgasm than you think, because he just sort of grunts, but then he lets go of your neck and instead brings his lips closer to your ear instead.

“Think I can make you scream my name again?” he says, his voice sounding shaky, but damn if his cockiness isn’t doing all the right things to you.

Your release is getting closer and closer so as an answer you start kissing him again, because you don’t trust your brain to come up with a witty retort. He returns the kiss and you suck on his tongue, but then you need to let go because your body is tensing up as you’re coming.

You scream something, something that could be Dean’s name but also an ancient Latin summoning spell, it’s not totally clear. However it sounds, Dean seems to like it, because he pumps into you a few more times before he’s breathing hard and saying: “I’m so close, baby.”

You bring your face up to his, leaning your forehead against his, while his thrusts shake you. This way you can look into his eyes, that perfect green that you could stare into forever, at least until he presses his face into the side of yours instead because he is coming.

He’s shaking above you, a long moan escaping him, as he keeps thrusting into you to ride it out. You clench around him, making sure to get as much of him as possible.

He stays over you, his mouth near your ear so you can hear and feel his heavy breathing, and you rub your hands over his back, before he pushes himself up.

He kisses you again, and then pulls himself out of you, and drops himself on his back next to you. You’re pretty sure your legs are shot with how hard he fucked you, but you weren’t planning on going anywhere anyway.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see Dean run his hands through his hair. You drop one hand on his chest, your knuckles gently stroking his skin.

“What was… that?” you say after a few seconds.

“That,” Dean says, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips before laying it back on his chest. “That was an earth shattering orgasm, you should recognize these by now.” You chuckle.

“Thought it felt familiar,” you say. “But no, I mean that whole stranger in the bar, fucking me behind my husband’s back business.” You turn your head in his direction. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

Dean looks at you, a cheeky grin on his face. “Just thought I’d try it. I saw that douche chatting you up at the bar, thought it might be fun.” He’s petting your hand now, your wrist. You nod. “Fun it was.”

But then you frown. “You don’t imagine yourself as the husband in this, right?” Dean shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says, “I’m just the stud giving you the night of your life.” He shrugs, the free arm going behind his head. “Maybe we run away together, live in sin.”

“You’re a romantic deep at heart,” you chuckle. He squeezes your hand. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You take your hand back, but only to scoot up to Dean. He opens his arm, letting you lie your head on it, then brings it around you, pulling you close for a second while he kisses your temple, making you hum. When he lets go, his fingers graze the gold chain around your neck.

“You know you’re not gonna lose it, right?” he says quietly. You pull on the chain, hold the ring between your fingers.

“I did lose it, Dean,” you say. “When we had to dig up that grave in Missouri, remember?”

You’re asking him to remember but you don’t even want to remember yourself:

When you realized that the ring wasn’t on your finger any longer it had turned you into a blubbering mess, Dean searching for it while also trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal, that you could replace it. But you didn’t want to replace it.

He had found it of course, your hero, and when he pushed it onto your finger, for the second time you later noted, you had hugged him and kissed him, your tears making his face wet.

Now you pull the chain off your neck, open it, and let the ring slide into your palm. You put it on and then drop your hand back on Dean’s chest. He takes it again immediately, and you see a short glimmer of his own ring. He’s always wearing his. He says he’s never taking it off. You smile at the thought.

“What are you thinking?” Dean asks.

“Just that this is exactly what I was hoping for when you said we should have a date night for our anniversary.” Dean chuckles.

“I promise I thought we would have drinks and dinner first,” he replies. You turn your head and grin at him.

“If only there hadn’t been that handsome stranger at the bar,” you say.

Dean leans his head, kisses you on the nose. “Or that hot wife.”

#supernatural #spn #fanfic #spn fanfic #fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you

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moniericreative · 2 days ago

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Okay I've got beef with the Persona 5 Royal Art Book and need to yell about it.

Specifically about how much Royal content Udon cut out, and how much of a damn rip-off it is for fans.

To add context, I'm someone who has all three of the physical P5 game artbooks:

The 2017 version by Prima Games ($39.99 USD initial seller price)

The Japanese Royal Artbook (3,520 yen initial seller price, which is about roughly $24 USD as of this post)

And this one by Udon ($73.40 USD initial seller price)

So is this a karen-esque rant about how I "wasted money just to see pictures I already paid for?" No, far from it. I knew what I was buying.

... At least, I thought I knew what I was buying.

My reasons for purchasing the Udon artbook was to see the Royal content translated. The creator's commentary, the "about" section for Kasumi, the interviews, etc.

What I instead got was... This.

That tiny slither of pages underneath that paper bookmark (or on the right side of my finger)? That's what made it into the Udon artbook.

The book next to it? The Japanese Royal artbook.

So much got cut out for the royal section... Actually let's get into the specifics:

So first off we've got the index page itself:

Er, ahem. Wrong one. Sorry about that. Here's the index page in the Udon artbook:

Yeah. That first index? That's from the Kadokawa e-book artbook (about $14.52 USD as of typing this post), which I didn't mention earlier by virtue of the fact that it's, well, an e-book. This version by Udon is technically its physical release (though it wasn't promoted as such), just with "extra" Royal content.

So we're already off to a great start. 👍✨️

All of the pages in the Udon artbook are exactly 1:1 with Kadokawa's (bar some ridiculous choices in art page placements all over the book), even to the point where Udon has to actually credit them as well (hidden all the way on the back of the last page):

So it's literally just slapping an Udon label on top of it, and charging the same price as what scalpers are currently asking for with the Prima Games artbook.

Again... Off to a great start... 👍✨️

Let's talk about the Royal section itself, since that's the part I was harping on about initially (and probably what most of y'all are curious about anyhow).

Well, in the Japanese Royal artbook, we've got some snazzy pieces of Joker and Raoul, as well as 3D models of his Third Sem outfits, and sketches of the two:

All in all, a really cool section for him, and the Royal artbook operates under the impression that fans already might own the Vanilla P5 artbook. So no repeat content, this is all brand new for Royal.

The Udon artbook however?

... That's it. That's literally it.

"Surely there's more on the next page, right?"

Nope. Next page is Ryuji, followed by his Third Tier Persona, and that repeats for everyone else.

Everyone... Except for Joker, Sumi, and Akechi. There is no Raoul, Ella, or Hereward in the Udon artbook.

And speaking of Akechi:

No Loki here, either. Udon literally slaps in the ONE persona Akechi does not use during Third Semester.

Though I suppose in Udon's case, this goof-up makes sense because Robin Hood is shown in the Japanese Royal artbook as well.

... To explain Hereward. Because they cut Hereward out entirely though, it just looks like someone slapped images together without having actually played Royal (much less gotten to Shido's arc in Vanilla).

And of course, go figure, no Black Mask refs either. The closest we get is the JP Royal artbook with 3D models and sprites, but... Alas, we're still stuck with the P5A artbook being the only ref for him.

Now let's go straight to Sumi herself because my god did she get shafted...

Japanese Royal Artbook:

As well as 10 pages of her 3D model and sprites in different outfits or expressions as well.

... Udon Artbook:

And that is it.

And that's not even getting straight to Maruki because suprisingly? He got done even dirtier than Joker somehow.

In the Royal Artbook, he has 12 pages all to himself, most of which admittedly is also 3D models and sprites, but he has various concept sketches as well:

In the Udon Artbook?

Half a page. Seriously. This is all both he and José get in the Udon artbook. No Azathoth or Adam Kadmon in sight, nor either his palace ruler or metaverse outfits. Even for "avoiding spoilers reasons," they couldn't be bothered to add his casual outfits either.

And lastly... The interviews. My god the interviews.

So when I had bought the Udon artbook, I was really hoping these interviews would've gotten translated (there's 17 pages of this, but alas Tumblr's image cap is being a butt):

What we got instead?

... Just the interview responses about Vanilla P5 from the Kadokawa e-book. That's it. None of the Royal interviews got translated.

Would I recommend this artbook to anyone?

It honestly depends.

The Kadokawa artbook has content that was missing in the Prima Games version, so it is more faithful to the original Japanese release.

If you don't already have the Prima Games artbook, and are looking for a "definitive Vanilla P5 artbook," I'd definitely recommend the Kadokawa version in favor of it.

... But as far as physical releases, though? That's where I'm torn, purely because of the price point (and how much of a markup it is compared to prior releases, as well as JRPG artbooks in general), and the sheer lack of Royal content that does not make doubling the cost worth it.

So much of it is cut that overseas fans are unfortunately forced to purchase the Japanese Royal artbook on top of this one just to have a "full experience" of sorts, and that's roughly $100+ USD purely because Udon was too lazy to bother translating with Royal (which is in their right as a publisher) and half-assed it for obvious profit.

At this point, you really have to ask yourself if breaking your wallet for a tangible medium instead of a digital one is worth it personally.

But hey, Persona 5 fans will buy anything, no matter the quality, amiright? 🫠

(I was already burnt out by all the overpiced, lazy products/partnerships from last year staring at you Bisoulovely, you are not worth twice the cost as Eterno Recit or Artemis Kings for half the effort, I just want quality control back man...)

#persona 5 #p5r #p5 #persona 5 royal #persona #p5 joker #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #kasumi yoshizawa #sumire yoshizawa #takuto maruki #artbook #moni rants #gaming

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noorpersona · 1 day ago

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Rivalry: Oikawa

Oikawa Tooru was used to attention.

From the moment he stepped onto the court, eyes followed. Girls sighed when he passed by in the hallways, classmates lit up when he so much as looked in their direction. He had charm, he had skill, and he had a smile that could make anyone—anyone—melt.

Except for the manager.

And it drove him insane.

When she became Seijoh’s team manager, Oikawa expected the usual routine. A few flustered glances, maybe a nervous stammer or two when he spoke to her. Instead? She barely gave him the time of day. Her eyes never lingered, her voice stayed firm, and when he flashed one of his award-winning smiles, she only responded with a flat, unimpressed stare.

At first, it was amusing. A fun little challenge. But as weeks passed, that amusement turned to frustration. Why wasn’t she falling for him like everyone else? Why did it feel like the harder he tried, the more indifferent she became? It was unnatural—Oikawa had spent years perfecting the art of attention, the delicate balance of charm and arrogance that made people gravitate toward him. And yet, she stood there, unmoved, like he was just another player on the team.

It gnawed at him. It wasn’t just that she ignored his flirtation—it was that she treated him exactly the same as she treated everyone else. It made him feel… ordinary.

Oikawa made it a point to test her patience.

“Manager-chan, be honest,” Oikawa mused lazily, twirling a volleyball between his fingers, his tone laced with smug amusement. "Do you ever get tired of pretending you’re immune to my charm?"

She didn’t even look up from her clipboard, her fingers flying across the page as she made notes. "Do you ever get tired of being a desperate attention-seeker?"

Iwaizumi choked on his water, while Hanamaki and Matsukawa outright cackled, exchanging wide-eyed looks of glee. Even Kyōtani, who usually ignored their antics, raised an eyebrow, glancing up from his shoe-lacing. Oikawa, however, was left standing there, momentarily stunned by the sheer disrespect.

“That was uncalled for,” he gasped, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded.

She finally spared him a glance, her gaze flat and unimpressed. "So is your existence, and yet, here we are."

The team erupted. Hanamaki practically slid to the floor from laughing too hard, Matsukawa was bent over the bench wheezing, and even Iwaizumi wiped a hand over his face, shaking his head. "She’s got a point, though."

Oikawa scowled, gripping the volleyball just a little too tight. "Unbelievable. I slave away on the court, leading this team, and this is the gratitude I get? A cruel, heartless manager who refuses to appreciate my many, many talents."

"Oh, I appreciate your talents," she responded coolly, flipping to another page in her notebook. "Just not the ones you want me to."

His mouth opened, then closed, irritation flickering behind his eyes. She had played him—so effortlessly, so ruthlessly, and in front of the whole team, no less. He hated how easily she dismissed him, like he was some annoying background noise. It wasn’t just about her brushing off his flirting anymore—he wanted to rattle her, to break through that ridiculous indifference she seemed to have toward him.

And for the first time in a long while, Oikawa didn’t know how to win.

And that was how it started.

Oikawa made it his personal mission to get a reaction out of her. He turned up the charm, exaggerating his requests, leaving his jersey in the most inconvenient places just to force her to interact with him. And through it all, she remained perfectly unbothered.

Which only made things worse.

During practice, Oikawa's patience had started to fray. What once had been playful teasing was now laced with something sharper, something almost mean. He leaned in too close, his voice lower, more clipped. "You work so hard, manager-chan. Doesn’t it ever get exhausting pretending I don’t bother you?"

She barely spared him a glance. "Not nearly as exhausting as listening to you grasp at straws for my attention."

His fingers twitched at his sides, irritation flaring. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the one getting under her skin—not the other way around.. Whenever she’d pass by with the clipboard, he’d throw an arm over her shoulder, lean in just a little too close, and sigh dramatically. "You work so hard, manager-chan. Doesn’t it ever get tiring, pretending you don’t like me?"

"Not as tiring as listening to you talk," she quipped back, shaking him off effortlessly.

That made the rest of the team howl with laughter, much to Oikawa’s dismay.

But the more she dismissed him, the more he found himself noticing her.

How she always had a spare towel ready for anyone who needed it, how her lips twitched when she held back a smile, how she somehow always knew exactly where to be, exactly what needed to be done. The way she’d mutter under her breath when the gym got too chaotic, how she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows when she was in full focus mode.

Even worse, he noticed that she laughed at other people’s jokes. Not his.

It was infuriating.

The way she treated him—like he was just another player, no more important than anyone else—made something coil tight in his chest. It was wrong. He should matter.

As the season went on, their dynamic became something of a spectacle. Matsukawa and Hanamaki kept a running tally on how many times Oikawa failed to get a reaction from her. Even Kyōtani, normally disinterested in team antics, had muttered once, "Why does he even care?"

Practice was no different.

One day, he strolled in late, expecting to slide by unnoticed. Instead, the manager barely glanced up from her clipboard before sighing dramatically.

"And the king has graced us with his presence," she drawled, flipping a page without looking up. "Should we all kneel? Maybe throw some rose petals while we're at it?"

Oikawa's expression twitched. His fingers flexed around the strap of his bag before he forced a scoff. "You wound me, manager-chan. I’d expect at least a little appreciation for my presence."

She finally looked at him, unimpressed. "I’d appreciate it more if you actually showed up on time."

The snickers from the team were immediate. Matsukawa nudged Hanamaki, both grinning like they had front-row seats to the best show in town. Iwaizumi just shook his head, barely hiding his smirk.

Oikawa exhaled through his nose, jaw clenching slightly before he tilted his head, voice dropping just a fraction. "Careful, manager-chan. One of these days, someone’s going to mistake that attitude of yours for something else."

She arched a brow. "Oh? And what’s that?"

"Repressed admiration." His smirk was sharp, eyes locked on hers like he was waiting—daring her to react.

She let a slow smirk creep onto her face. "That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing about you."

Oikawa stiffened for a half-second. It was barely noticeable, but she caught it. And it infuriated him.

Hanamaki snorted. Matsukawa muttered a quiet "brutal" under his breath, and Iwaizumi, ever the opportunist, smirked as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, Oikawa. You expecting a parade or something?"

Oikawa rolled his eyes, adjusting the strap of his bag. "I was—"

"Stretching starts now," she cut him off smoothly, pointing at the mats without even sparing him a second look. "If Iwaizumi yells at you for skipping, I’m certainly not covering for you."

Iwaizumi clapped a hand on Oikawa’s back, grinning. "Yeah, Shittykawa, stretching starts now."

Oikawa groaned, tossing his head back dramatically. "You just like bossing me around."

"Someone has to." She finally looked at him, gaze neutral, unimpressed. Then, before he could respond, she turned and walked off, already shifting her attention to something else, like he wasn’t even worth her time.

He scowled. Why did it feel like he lost that exchange?

The next few weeks were much of the same. The team noticed, amused by the ongoing battle. They weren’t even subtle about it anymore.

"Oikawa, just accept defeat," Matsukawa teased one afternoon, leaning against the gym wall as he watched her deep in conversation with Iwaizumi, clipboard in hand, discussing strategy. She was nodding at something Iwaizumi said, her brow furrowed in concentration, flipping a page in her notes. Oikawa barely heard the words being exchanged, too focused on the way she looked—completely absorbed in the discussion, giving Iwaizumi the full weight of her attention. It was so effortless for her, this back-and-forth, the way she actually cared about his vice-captain’s input, about the game.

His grip on the volleyball tightened. Why did it feel like she never talked to him like that? "She’s immune. It’s kind of inspiring."

Oikawa scoffed, crossing his arms. "I will win. Just wait."

But the truth was, it wasn’t about winning anymore. It wasn’t about charming her or getting a reaction—Oikawa realized, somewhere between watching her scribble notes on the clipboard and catching glimpses of her tying her hair back, that he wanted her attention. He wanted her to look at him the way she looked at the others, wanted to hear her laugh because of him.

And that was unacceptable.

The breaking point finally came after a game.

The team had secured another victory, but the entire time, Oikawa’s mind wasn’t on the match. It wasn’t on his perfectly placed serves, on the points he racked up, or even on the cheers from the crowd.

It was on her.

She had celebrated, high-fiving Kyōtani, clapping Iwaizumi on the back, beaming as she praised the team for their effort. The smile she wore was bright, uninhibited, the kind of happiness he had never seen from her before. She was laughing—actually laughing—carefree and glowing as if this win meant the world to her.

And she hadn’t looked at him once.

He hated it.

Hated how effortless it was for her to shower attention on everyone else, how easily she smiled at them, joked with them, treated them as if they were worth her time. But him? She barely acknowledged his existence, acting as if he was nothing more than a passing nuisance.

His grip on his jersey tightened. Something inside him burned, sharp and unsettled, curling hot in his chest like an ember waiting to catch fire. It wasn’t fair. He had worked harder than anyone for this win, pushed himself beyond exhaustion to make sure they came out on top. And yet, when she smiled, when she laughed—it wasn’t because of him.

And that was the moment Oikawa snapped.

So when he saw her alone in the hallway after the match, clipboard in hand, he didn’t think.

"Why do you act like that?" His voice was tight, laced with frustration that he couldn't contain anymore.

She glanced up, brow raised. "Act like what?"

Oikawa stepped closer, his jaw clenching, heat simmering beneath his skin. "Like I’m nothing. Like I don’t exist. You joke with them, you celebrate with them, but with me? It’s like I could disappear and you wouldn’t even notice."

Her smirk was slow, taunting. "Oh, is that what this is about? You need me to fawn over you like everyone else? Poor Oikawa. Is it finally sinking in that I don’t care about stroking your over-inflated ego?"

His eyes darkened. "That’s not—"

She cut him off, stepping forward so the space between them all but disappeared. "You think I didn't know about you before I joined the team? You think I didn't know you'd try with me? I will not swoon and kiss your feet, Tooru."

Oikawa opened his mouth, but the words tangled. He wanted to refute it, to tell her it wasn’t about that, but the way she was looking at him—bold, unshaken, challenging—knocked the thoughts from his head.

He groaned in frustration, fingers twitching at his sides before he finally gave up fighting it. Before she could say another word, his hands shot up, gripping her waist as he yanked her toward him, lips crashing into hers.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was messy, desperate, filled with months—years—of unresolved tension. His fingers curled against her hips, pulling her closer, his kiss carrying the weight of everything he couldn’t say. It was a demand, a declaration, a fight in its own right.

And the worst part? She kissed him back.

Her fingers curled into his jersey, yanking him closer as if daring him to take it further. He could feel her heartbeat, hammering against his own, and suddenly, nothing else mattered—not the game, not the team, not the rivalry that had defined them for so long.

Just him.

Just her.

When he finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Oikawa rested his forehead against hers, his hands still gripping her waist. He exhaled sharply, lips curving into something between a smirk and disbelief.

"You looked at me just now," he murmured, voice rough.

She huffed a laugh, fingers still tangled in his jersey. "Shut up," she whispered, then pulled him down and kissed him again.

It was just as desperate as before, just as fevered, but this time, there was something else—acceptance. She wasn’t pushing him away, wasn’t stopping to argue. She was right there with him, matching his intensity, giving as much as she took. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating. It was everything.

And then—

Footsteps.

A sharp intake of breath.

Both of them froze just as Iwaizumi and Matsukawa turned the corner.

Iwaizumi stopped mid-step. Matsukawa, wide-eyed, blinked once, then twice. The hallway fell into a suffocating silence.

Then, slowly, in perfect synchronization, both of them took a single step backward.

Another.

Without a word, they turned around and walked the other way, as if they had just stumbled into something forbidden.

Matsukawa exhaled as they rounded the corner. "Damn. He really did get her."

Iwaizumi nodded. "Yeah."

A beat of silence.

"I hate him," Iwaizumi muttered.

Matsukawa sighed. "Me too."

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fanfictiongirlie · 3 days ago

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Marvel: One Night to Forever - Request -

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Link to request ask

Description: Have this idea for a story Bucky and I guess she could be an analyst or something while they both get drunk at one of Tony's parties and they have a one-night stand and about 2 months later she finds out that she's pregnant but by this time Bucky is with another woman or so she thinks what ends up happening is this woman is just somebody that's pestering him constantly and he wants nothing to do with her but reader thinks that's his new girlfriend so what she does is ask Tony for a transfer and runs away cuz she doesn't want to ruin Bucky's new relationship even though it's not a relationship for real and eventually he overhears something from somebody probably not and finds out that she took off because she's pregnant and he turns the world upside down looking for her and he finally finds her and he is just beside himself and asking her why did you leave why wouldn't you tell me something like this and well they end up making a lot of love and they finally end up together in the end and if this is corny and if it's something that you don't think you want to do that's cool but I thought it was kind of cute.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk sex, use of 'good girl', angst, idiots in love, smut.

Words: 5,273

Read on ao3

Completed One-Shot

Hiii, I may have struggled to write this, for some reason. Either way, it's all written up! I hope you like it! <3

A smile played on your lips as you looked round the room, one of Tony's famous, or rather infamous parties. You looked around, your eyes slightly glassy as you did so, everyone was either dancing or deep in a conversation, except one. Bucky Barnes, you smirked as you stalked towards him.

Bucky had found the quietest corner he could find, he hated these parties, but Steve. Damn, Steve always made him come to them, it was like he wanted to torture his best friend. He was also hiding away from a certain person who worked closely with the Avengers. But then, he looked up, seeing you walking towards him. He tried not to look to excited as his eyes watched you walk. His favourite person by far, was you, not that he would ever tell you.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite nerd" He says with a lazy smirk.

"You pronounced 'Glue that keeps the Avengers together' wrong Barnes" You say, you twirl and lean against the wall, your arm pressed against his ever so slightly. He had a beer in hand, much like the one in your hand. You felt your cheeks flush slightly the longer you look at him, he was so pretty.

"Heard you got that promotion" He says as he lifts his beer bottle up to his lips, taking a long swig. You watched as he did, only slightly mesmerised by the softness of his lips around the beer bottle. Subconsciously you licked your lips, the thought of his soft lips against yours consumed your brain for a moment.

"I did" You say proudly, head analyst for the Avengers, Tony even gave you your own office. You sigh slightly, looking around the room, everyone was laughing or happy. "We could celebrate" You add.

Bucky looked round the room, his arm motioning to the bustle of the party. "This is a celebration"

"Yeah, but you hate being here, come on Bucks" You say prodding his arm. "Let's go have our own party, drinking games in my new office"

"Fuck, doll" He says in a breathy voice, making you feel a little fuzzy inside. "That's a brilliant idea, let's go"

And so you left the party, sneaking out without a care in the world for the others. Inside your office, you beamed as you looked around, it was empty and new yeah, but you couldn't wait to give it your own flare.

"Nice" Bucky mutters as he follows you, you close the door behind you, and root through a box finding the expensive bottle of Dalmore 25 Year Old Single Malt Whisky that Tony had gifted you. You didn't want to know how much he had spent on the bottle.

The two of you opted to sit on the ground, passing the bottle between you. As you got drunker the lines between you started to blur, you sat closer, touched a little more... Little touches on the arm, lingering touches, moving closer together.

"I...need to... fuck doll" Bucky whispers, he was sitting so close to you, you could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the little dress you wore making his lingering touches feel intoxicating as his fingers traced small shapes onto the side of your exposed knee.

"What Bucks?" You whisper, you had an inkling you knew what he wanted, and fuck, did you want it too.

"I want to kiss you, but I'm so drunk, and you're so drunk" He whispers, if he had moved an inch closer his nose would touch yours, you were so close to tasting his breath on your lips, you craved it, yearned for it, so you moved, your brain was a drunken haze, and the sober part of you would normally have said wait till you were sober, but you weren't.

You moaned softly as your lips touched his, the firework of emotions hit you hard, and to your surprise Bucky kissed back, his lips were moving against yours in a hunger, his flesh hand moved to hold your jaw as you kissed. Your lips moved messily together, soft giggles left both of your lips as Bucky's metal arm snaked around your waist, lifting you to sit on his lap. You knew your dress would of lifted up over your legs, bunching up around your hips, you smiled softly as you kissed him, pleased you were wearing a serious cute pair of panties.

"Fuck" Bucky mutters, his lips move from yours, dragging down your jaw, you rest your head backwards, giving him full access to your throat. His hands splayed out on your back, holding you firmly against him as his lips attacked your neck, kissing you, licking you, biting you. "Doll, would be a horrible suggestion..." He started to say, you grind your hips down, feeling his hard cock in his suit trousers, his breath caught in his throat as you moved.

"Fuck, baby..." He groans softly, his hands move down to hold your hips, helping you grind steadily on him. "That's it, god, fucking good girl"

You giggle softly, enjoying him call you that, you move down slightly, pressing your lips to his jaw, kissing soft kisses as you travel from his chin to just below his ear. "What was your suggestion?"

"Fuck, let me fuck you..." He groans. You giggle softly, the alcohol buzzing through your veins making you feel a little more giggly than usual when you speak. "Bucks, that was already on the cards, but if you want an actual yes, then yes, please, fuck me"

"No..." He mumbles, his eyes close as you kiss his jaw, sucking small marks into his pale skin. "I wanna fuck you, on your desk"

"Oh....oh, that's a good idea" You whisper, moving back slightly, his perfect blue eyes looked into your eyes, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

In a matter of moments, Bucky had you up in his arms as he stand, your desk was near enough clear, he laid you down on your back and looked down at you from above.

"God, you're pretty... fuck you know you're pretty don't you?" He asks, you move your feet up onto the desk, opening your legs for him, showing off those panties you were wearing. With shaky hands, both his flesh and metal hands moved to hold your inner thighs, he moved up slowly, enough to make you whine as he teased you.

"So beautiful" He mutters as he pulls your underwear down, you lie there, watching him in awe, he was beautiful. His suit jacket had been discarded a while ago, his perfect white shirt was half unbuttoned showing a slight amount of his chest hair.

It didn't take long for you to both be naked, almost naked. His trousers and boxers were down by his ankles, and his shirt completely unbuttoned now, one shoulder bare as the shirt fell. Your dress was hiked up to your middle, showing off your tits and now bare pussy. Bucky's lips were glistening, his hands were on your thighs, spreading you as his tongue spread your folds. He groaned loudly as he tasted you.

You wriggled on your desk, eyes shut as you moaned loudly, your fingers weaved through his hair, holding him down onto you, your other hand was on your chest, idly playing with your nipples.

"Bucky..."You whine, your words slurred slightly. "Please, need you"

He looked up at you from in between your legs, smirking, he moves forward, sucking your clit again, making your legs shake. He chuckled darkly and moved to stand up, his flesh hand moved to grip his hard cock, you were in awe, he was thick, your pussy clenched in excitement, you wanted to worship him, touch his cock, taste him...Even stroke your fingers through the soft curls at the base of his cock. You had it bad for him.

"You ready for me?" He asks, smirking as he looks down at you, his eyes slowly moving over your entire body, you nodded, biting your lip as you spread your legs further for him. He moved a little closer and pushed his cock against your clit, you whined softly. You were dripping wet, his cock slipped down your folds. "God, Bucky.. please"

He grinned, and finally pushed the head of his cock inside of you. He moved slow at first, letting you adjust to his girth. As he pushed fully into you, he lent down, moving one of his hands to brush your hair and the side of your face, saying sweet words.

"Bucky" You moaned softly.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll give you what you need" He whispers, for the next few moments he kisses you, nips at your lips, until finally he starts moving his hips. The two of you made the desk shake as he thrusts into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and in both of your drunken states you fucked messily and hard.

Tony's party was still in full force, no one would find you, so you fucked loud and hard. His grunts and groans were enough to have you coming hard around his cock, you knew he hadn't had many girls like this since his Winter Soldier days were over, but he was an expert, you now believed Steve when he said Bucky used to be a ladies man in the 40s. He was perfect.

"Fuck, gonna come baby, let me pull out" He groans, your legs still wrapped around his waist tightly.

"I'm on birth control, fill me up baby" You whimper, you were feeling slightly overstimulated, having lost count how many times his touches had made you come. His eyes widen slightly at your words, but he was too drunk to listen to reason, with a few more thrusts he was coming hard, soft whimpers left his lips as he spilled his seed deep inside of you.

Stupidly, you both decided falling asleep on the floor of your office was a good idea. It wasn't, in the morning not only did your head hurt from a wicked hangover but your backs hurt from the hard floor.

You were a little sad it wasn't the morning you had dreamt of for your first time with Bucky. He was his usual quiet self as he got dressed.

"Doll, I..." But you didn't let him finish, automatically you thought he had regretted it.

"Bucky, you don't need to explain" You say softly.

"Doll, I enjoyed myself... I was going to tell you I had a mission tonight, not that I regretted this" He explains, you nod, feeling a little silly. You knew about the mission

Bucky, Steve and Nat left for the mission, leaving you to get used to your new job. You wished you could text Bucky, talk to him just to make you feel less stressed, but after a few weeks you were certain he did feel the same. And you had decided that when they were back from the mission, you would meet him at the hanger and run to him, throwing your arms around his neck to welcome him back.

A few days before Bucky was due back, you felt weird, not quite yourself. You had thought it was just a bug at first, but then Wanda, with her witchyness looked at you oddly. You were sitting in the Avengers canteen, enjoying a coffee, since you weren't able to stomach anything else at the moment.

"You...seem different" She says as she sits opposite you. You cock your head, confused to what she could mean.

"Different how? Like that new job glow?" You ask, smirking a little.

"No...It's a glow yes, but for something else" She says, her eyes shine red for a moment before she gasps.

"What?" You ask, feeling a little nervous from her reaction.

"You're pregnant...I think...My magic might be off since you haven't told me about any sex recently, which as your best friend, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?" She asks, rambling slightly, you smile softly, loving this side of Wanda. But then you blush, there had been sex recently, and you hadn't told her...

"Well..."

"Well what? Who was it?" She gasps.

"Bucky..." You say, with a coy smile on your lips.

"No. Way." She says a little too loudly. You then tell her everything, but stop..."Wait, Wanda...pregnant?"

"Yes, pregnant...But we'll do a test to be sure" She says, and you feel a little queasy, you nod and let her lead you to the closest bathroom, locking it behind her. She uses her magic to conjure a pregnancy test.... And, you were pregnant... Fuck. You felt the panic starting, but then you thought about Bucky...He was a sweet man, he would step up, he wanted to be with you, right...?

A few days pass and your anxiety doesn't ease up, but you wanted to see Bucky as they arrived back from their mission, you were running a little late as you sped through the building, heading towards the hanger. You could hear how busy it was before you even turned the corner, knowing everyone would come and welcome everyone back from a mission, it was a cute tradition. You whizzed around the corner and stopped dead in your tracks, you saw Bucky. Looking as beautiful as ever.

With another woman hanging off his arm... Oh.

You felt tears burn in your eyes, he looked, strange, not happy. Bucky rarely looked happy. But there he was, with that woman on his arm.

"Cute couple, aren't they?" A voice says from besides you, you turn, seeing someone you hadn't met before. You smile softly as if to answer her questions.

"I uh, didn't know Bucky was dating anyone" You say carefully, wondering if this woman beside you knew anything.

"Oh, he wasn't. But Carla, that's her name, she's had it bad for Bucky for a while, guess he finally caved"

Oh. You took a deep breath and turned around, leaving the hanger without another word... You felt sick to your stomach, here you were, pregnant with Bucky's child and he was in a new relationship. Fuck. You didn't want to mess his life up, couldn't mess his life up. You adored him, loved him so deeply it hurt. No, you wouldn't mess things up for him.

Despite Wanda telling you, that maybe you should speak to Bucky, tell him about the pregnancy, you didn't. You weren't even sure if you were going to keep it yet. It was early days, you hadn't even hit ten week yet. Your brain was full with thoughts and it felt like too much. So first thing you did, was speak to Tony. Originally when you got the promotion, you were supposed to move building, but you loved working in the main Avengers building, and Tony knew that, so he let you have a new office in the Avengers building. But now, feeling lower than ever, you thought it would be best if you did move to the secondary Avengers building.

"I just can't understand why you want to move, kid?" Tony asks, he was concerned about your sudden change in opinion.

"I... I'll be honest with you, Tony... I'm pregnant, and think maybe the other building will be quieter, calmer for me" You explain easily, you didn't like lying to Tony, but it came so easily from your lips. The other building was calmer, the Avengers almost never walked into the doors of the building. So it was perfect. No more seeing Bucky. You'd let him live his life with this new woman, and he'd be happy. Because him being happy, was far more important to you than anything.

And so you move buildings, you say goodbye to your wonderful office with the perfect view over the lake, and move to the secondary building, to a smaller but still okay office. Wanda visits you almost daily, making sure you were looking after yourself, you had decided to keep the baby. The idea of getting rid of it made you feel uncomfortable. And maybe you weren't completely in the right mind, you felt guilty for not telling Bucky...It was silly, how long could you really keep this from him...

As the months went on, the texts and missed calls from Bucky were still coming in strong. He wouldn't stop, but you wouldn't respond. You were so busy with your job, it's not like you wanted to avoid him, but you needed to get things in order before having time off for the baby. Your bump had grown, not much, but it was noticeable you were pregnant, and around the office people got talking, they were all kind about it, they were lovely people to work with, but they weren't your usuals and that upset you. But you carried on, because that's all you had, to carry on, despite your heart breaking for Bucky.

Bucky was confused, sure you didn't speak every day, but suddenly, you dropped off the radar. He knew you were still working for Tony, but no one would tell him where you went. Granted he narrowed it down to only Tony and Wanda knowing, and they were stubborn. His last mission lasted weeks, and each day he thought of you, thinking of that drunken night together. He felt so awkward afterwards, he wanted to take you on a date, spoil you, show you that he loved you so deeply he was sure you were woven within his soul. And when his mission ended and he got home, that stupid woman, Carla? Was it? She was like a predator and he was her prey. For weeks, he had been avoiding her, she would touch him, hold onto his arm, try to stroke his hair. Steve said he should of complained, but he felt bad. He managed to finally shake her off him, he took Steve's advice and told Tony. Well, he got Steve to tell Tony for him. And swiftly, she was fired and escorted off the premises. He felt beyond relief, but then he went to your office... It was empty.

You had disappeared from his life, and he didn't like it. He could handle if you didn't love him back, and why would you? He was a mess, a broken mess of a man. Still screaming from nightmares nearly every night. He wasn't the kind of man you deserved. Bucky sighed heavily as he walked into the canteen, his eyes scanning the room for you, but you weren't there. His heart ached, his missed your smile, that fucking smile, you were so beautiful, a smile that lit up the room, eyes that sparkled. He thought, after that night, maybe he had you, you were finally his. He thought he was an idiot to think so.

Bucky glumly walked into the room, grabbing a tray to fill with food, he didn't mean to listen to the people in front of him. But it was difficult when they were talking so damn loudly, mostly he was trying to ignore it, not finding interest in listening, when he heard your name. It was almost like his ears pricked up like a cats.

"What's this about her?" He asks, saying your name, the sorrow in his tone as he says it. He missed saying your name.

"Oh, she's pregnant..." The person replied, Bucky's eyes widened...Pregnant. You weren't the type of girl to sleep around, he knew that, knew it so deep in his heart, he knew that the baby had to be his. But, why would you keep this from him? He was beyond confused, he dropped the tray, the sound of it echoed through the room, he walked away from the food and walked through the Avengers building until he found Wanda.

"You" He says gruffly, Wanda cocked her head, a little shocked. "Tell me where she is, I know she's pregnant, and fuck, it's mine...Isn't it?"

Wanda sighed, she promised not to tell...But Bucky looked like a man close to insanity. She nodded. "It's yours...She's in the secondary building"

"Fuck" He mutters "I don't have clearance, I can't access it"

Fuck it. Bucky decides, he leaves the building and makes the short walk to the other building, he felt stupid, you were so close the entire time. So fucking close. Yet so far away from him. Once he reaches the door, he uses his metal hand to punch through the keypad, it short circuits and sparks out towards him. He knows Tony would have his balls for that, but right now he didn't care. He walked through the building, not knowing where anything was, but finally found you.

You had decided to have lunch in your office today, you hated the business of the canteen anyways, so you sat at your desk, still working as you idly chewed on your salad of the day. You didn't look up when your office door opened, it wasn't out of the ordinary people coming into your space, you were a busy woman after all.

Bucky stared at you, his eyes wide and a little out of breath. You were so beautiful, you were glowing. He couldn't see your stomach, the desk covered it, but you looked different, he could tell, he had spent the last few years watching you, learning your every feature.

"How could you not tell me?" Bucky says quickly, he hadn't realised the emotions in him were so strong, he felt...angry, upset, slightly betrayed. He had to keep reminding himself that you probably had your reasons, he wouldn't yell, he would let you explain your side of the story...Or maybe, and the thought made him feel sick. Maybe the baby wasn't his...

You looked up, and swallowed the mix of lettuce and cucumber in your mouth. Your eyes were a little wide as they looked at him, he looked more rugged than when you had last saw him. His beard was grown out, a little messy too, and his hair was longer, but fuck, it made him look even prettier. You stared at him for a little longer, not quite having the right words to say to him.

"Doll, it's mine...right? You're pregnant?" He asks quietly, taking a step closer to your desk. You nod, feeling your head bow slightly in shame. The guilt hit you, washing over you heavily.

"Yes..." You say quietly, the word stuttering from your lips. You stand up, revealing your small bump to him. His eyes dart down to your stomach as you walk around your desk, you lean against the desk, still looking up at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, his voice barely as whisper. He felt like he was going to be sick, he felt confused, and like he might cry.

"I...You had your new relationship, I couldn't be the other woman who ruins your life Bucks" You say quietly, your thoughts going back to that day in the hanger.

"New...what? Doll, I...what?" He struggles.

"That woman...Carla? Some woman told me you were together, and I mean I saw you in the hanger, she was all over you" You say quietly.

"Carla? That's why you disappeared on me?" He questions.

"I disappeared for you!" You say, a little more loudly than you had meant. He looked so confused, it broke your heart, you wanted to move forward and hug him, hold him tightly in your arms.

"Why would I ever want you to disappear?" He asks, taking a step closer to you, his arms reach up, moving to your shoulders, gently holding you. "Jeez, I love you"

"You love me?" You ask, shocked at his words, part of you thought maybe you had imagined him saying those words, they had been the centre of your dreams for so long now.

"I thought I was being obvious" He mutters. "Obviously not"

"And you don't want that other woman?" You ask question, blinking up towards him.

"No, she was obsessed with me, but fuck, doll, I'm obsessed with you, you're my girl, always have been my dream girl. I want you, I love you...and..." His words trail off for a moment, his hands stroke down your arms moving until they were on your hips, his fingers moved slightly so they were feather touching your bump. "Fuck, this is real, aint it?"

You nod, feeling tears in your eyes. "Yes, fuck, Bucky I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to ruin what I thought you had with that woman..."

"No, shh, it's okay doll. I'm not mad at ya'" He whispers, moving his flesh hand over your stomach, holding you little bump carefully.

"I love you too, you know..." You whisper. He smiles widely and moves to press his lips to yours. Kissing you softly as he moves his hands around your waist holding you close to him.

You weren't sure how long you both kissed, but it felt amazing, it was like that missing part of you returned, it felt right being with Bucky. It always had, kissing him was pure heaven. A few kisses more and you pulled away, your eyes sparkling with happiness as you look up at him.

"You know, being pregnant...makes me super horny, wanna help your girl out?" You say, grinning and only feeling a little cringed out by your words.

Bucky's soft smile turns into a smirk, obviously liking the idea, a soft growl leaves his lips. "Well, seeing as you have a new office, we should break it in like we did the last one"

"What a good idea" You grin, moving slightly you hop onto the desk, sitting with your legs dangling. He moves, coming to stand in between your legs, his hands moving up and down on your thighs, stroking you gently.

"My girl, not letting you go now" He mumbles. "Not ever"

"Promise me?" You say quietly, not fully believing him just yet.

"Oh, I promise you sweet girl, you and me, we're endgame, this baby too, we're a family now" He says as his hands move up to caress my bump. Your heart swelled, hearing his words, seeing the way he was looking at you, it all felt too good to be true. Finally, you had him, he was yours.

Slowly you took your time undressing him, as he did undressing you. You made him lock the door, ensuring no one would interrupt you. Finally both naked, you laid back on your desk, looking up at him with a soft grin, you felt a little insecure of your bump, but he soon stopped that feeling, kissing your bump and telling you that you were perfect. His eyes trailed over your naked form, looking you up and down.

"Fuck, you're beautiful...I'm glad I'm sober this time"

"Me too" You agree, shivering slightly at the excitement. He moved slightly, lowering down onto his knees, he peppers kisses down your inner thigh, licking your skin as he moves lower. And finally he presses a kiss to your clit, taking a second to suck the bundle of nerves into his mouth. You moan softly, the sound barely leaving your lips, you hold onto the edge of the desk.

Bucky groaned softly as he looked at you, part of you wanted to cover yourself, his eyes were hungry as they looked at the soft pink flesh in between your legs.

"My girls so perfect" He whispers before finally moving his lips, his tongue dipped between your folds, licking you up hungrily. A soft whine left your lips as his tongue moved expertly from your clit down to your eager, wet hole. Since being pregnant, you had been heightened, and untouched, having Bucky finally touch you, it drove you mad.

"Come for me" He whispers, the vibration of his voice tingling through your body as your body listened to his words, you felt yourself come over his tongue, the release sending shivers through your body. "That's my girl, so good listening to me"

"Bucky" You squeal softly, feeling yourself flush a little red.

"Oh I know baby, you need me, don't ya?" He asks, a cocky grin over his glistering lips as he looks up at you. You nod, and he stand back up, you giggle softly, remembering the last time you were in this position. With one swift movement he thrusts into you, your body was wet and ready for him, sucking him in close until he was fully seated in you.

"So fucking perfect" He groans.

"Kiss me, Bucks" You whisper, he listens pressing his lips to yours, he snakes his metal arm around your lower back, lifting you slightly, you both moan at the movement, his cock pressed harder into you. Slowly he starts thrusting up into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly.

"God. You. Are. Perfect" He groans, with each word he pulls out and thrusts deeper into you.

"Yes...oh.. Bucky!" You moan, feeling your cunt tighten around his thick cock. You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you.

"That's it, come for me, fuck you're perfect, god I love you" He grunts, his hand tightening on your hip and he speeds his movements up.

"I love you...oh..oh!" You squeal as you come hard, your legs shake around him, as you feel your body release.

"That's my girl...god, you're perfect, carrying my child, so fucking beautiful, I love...Oh....I love you" He grunts, moaning as he starts whimpering, his hips stutter into yours, his moves becoming more sloppy as he finishes deep inside of you. As you both breath heavily, your foreheads connected, Bucky placed you firmly on the desk, his body hovering over yours. Fuck he was tall.

Love you, my girl" He whispers, planting a soft kiss to your lips.

"I'm your girl, fuck I've always been your girl" You whisper. After a while, he helped you with your clothes, and then dressed himself. You sat back down on your office chair and watched as he walked around, sitting on the desk opposite your chair, facing you.

"Can I ask you something, doll?"

"Anything, Bucks"

"Back in my day, we uhh, you know, married gals when..." He says awkwardly, his words trailing off. You laugh breathlessly, he was so cute. "Bucky, darling, it's not the 40s...You don't have to marry me, well maybe eventually, but for now, I'm happy being with you, and having our baby, if you want us both of course"

He shakes his head, laughing. "Of course I want you, you're my girl, we're a family now"

"Yeah we are, and I love you" You say softly, he leans down, kissing your lips before whispering. "And I love you, both of you"

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haeoflii · 1 day ago

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Charlie headcanons! (even though they're my OC)

(I made these hcs just cus wanted an excuse to use my gifs that I made)

- Once Charlie tried cooking together with Lilia. Never again. It took weeks for the pungent smell to leave the entire dorm.

- Trey once let Charlie cook in Heartslabyul's kitchen and was bamboozled because when he looked away for a second, Charlie somehow made a leather bag, a hat, tap shoes, and burnt toast with the baking ingredients.

- Charlie likes to bother ask the beastmen and merfolk students about their anatomy, but not because they've never seen one before. It's just that the animal-like toons in his world are usually anthropomorphic animals, animals that can either talk or make their respective noises or something that resembles an animal.

- Never play any card games with Ace and Charlie because it will be the most unfair, chicanery, fraudulence, crookedness, dishonest, conspiratorial, treacherous, immoral, and deceitful game of cards you'll ever play.

- Charlie's brother, Coco is the exact opposite of him. (Charlie being carefree, positive, impulsive, extroverted and technology inept while Coco being cautious, an overthinker, negative, introverted and a tech wiz)

- Idia gets pissed off at Charlie because they always beat him in video games no matter what genre it is! even though they suck at using technology.

- Similar to Thor's hammer, Charlie's bag can't be lifted by anyone, not even using Malleus' magic. Only him and grim can pick it up.

- Charlie treats everyone (except Leona and the staff) like their younger brother but many people think they're looking down on them.

- A Heartslabyul student once used Charlie as a mallet for a croquet game.

- While cheering for Epel in a Spell drive practice, a disk went flying towards their face and in a blink of an eye, they swallowed the entire thing by accident.

- The next day they tried to give back the disk, saying they spent an hour in the bathroom trying to get it out. Afterwards, he asked if Leona could pay for his broken toilet.

- Charlie came home that day with a free spell drive disk in one hand and a stack of cash in the other.

- There's a small group of students in NRC who hold secret club meetings to discuss whether or not Charlie's an alien from outer space (I might make them into ocs)

- During book 4, Charlie challenged Overblot!Jamil to a breakdance battle.

- Charlie tripped over Silver more than once.

- While Charlie may be androgynous looking, some people in NRC think Charlie is a really unfortunate-looking girl (one of them being Crowley)

- Azul considers Charlie an exceptional waiter during rush hour due to the fact they can carry 26 plates of food, 31 drinks and 54 utensils without dropping anything.

- During their break at the Mostro Lounge, the tweels would see how far they can stretch Charlie.

- Floyd once tied Charlie like a balloon animal

- The reason why Charlie's name is "Sue Pierre Calli Francis Lizzie Lexis Ally Dokken" is because those are the names given to them from different adoptive families.

- Charlie knows about cinematography, film theory, colour theory and composition.

- Vil and Charlie have movie nights and make an analysis of them.

- Leona once walked in on Charlie and Ruggie fighting over 10 madol on the ground.

- Charlie can walk on the ceiling for comedic purposes only. Both Lilia and him would hang upside down and scare others.

- Charlie thinks Riddle's ahoge looks like a cockroach.

- Charlie can break the 4th wall

- Because of that, Charlie is 100% percent aware that they're a cartoon character and that they're being posted on tumblr.com. They are also aware that they're created for purely comedic purposes. They're pretty chill with it but they still won't think too hard about it otherwise they'll go into an existential crisis.

- But sometimes, on those cold sleepless nights, Charlie thinks about how they'll never get out of this never ending cycle of nonsense and absurdity, forced to be put through bizarre situation for the sake of entertainment. As long as their creator continues to exist, they will never ever break free from this ridiculous existence.

- Charlie dreads for the day where their loved ones will be subject to the whims of their childish god.

- They're also aware of other ocs being ocs and how twst is from Disney (won't tell a soul to anyone. Will keep this secret till their death)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland oc #twst prefect #twst mc #charlie ⭐

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 days ago

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Dream Team : Profiles

A/N : Really excited to get back into writing and posting. It's been tough, but I've survived and I'm so ready to come back stronger and better than ever 💕 Stay tuned for some good things coming! And I hope you enjoy this mini series 🥰

Y/n : Has known Jeongin since they were kids, their moms were, and still are, best friends. Met Mae and Kayla first year of university when they were assigned a dorm together, now they live in an apartment off campus. Has been in an on again off again relationship with Heeseung for a couple years, but she's finally done with him ... or is she?

Jeongin : Y/n's childhood best friend, though he's been in love with her since high school, and has been trying to show her he'd be just as good as a boyfriend as he is a friend. His other best friends/roommates, Seungmin and Felix, love to tease him about his feelings, but they both secretly hope it works out.

Kayla : Lives with Y/n and Mae after meeting them when they all ended up in the same dorm during first year. They all clicked and tend to forget they had a fourth roommate during first year. Has been dating Seonghwa since his confession on graduation day in high school. Outsiders of the group see the couple as the parents of the group, but those who know them, know that they are just as chaotic as everyone else.

Seonghwa : Lives with Wooyoung and a couple other friends of theirs. Honestly didn't expect Kayla to accept his confession but is happy she did, and now he does everything to make sure she doesn't regret it (as if she would). Including trying to set up one of his friends with Y/n after Kayla expressed major disdain for Heeseung.

Mae : Lives with Kayla and Y/n. Is super protective of both of them, and is the one who said they should get an apartment just the 3 of them. Started dating Wooyoung after weeks of sexual tension arguing that ended when she told him he's hot when he's angry, and the rest is history.

Wooyoung : Lives with Seonghwa and a couple others. Will deny the enemies to lovers trope and say it was weeks of flirting and foreplay. Also tried to set Y/n up with one of his friends (a different one than Seonghwa did), but had no idea Seonghwa was trying the same thing. Unfortunately Y/n still chose Heeseung.

Seungmin : Lives with Jeongin and Felix. Teasing is his love language, but he won't admit that. Actually really enjoys the weird group of friends he ended up with. Is always tired but that still doesn't stop him from gaming all night with Felix (and Jeongin sometimes).

Felix : Lives with Seungmin and Jeongin. Also loves to tease but is more open about his wish for Y/n and Jeongin to get together. Despite spending most of his spare time playing video games, he is still quite popular with the ladies (and the men). Just enjoying life until he figures out what (and who) he wants.

Heeseung : Lives with a couple of his friends. Has been in an on again off again relationship with Y/n. He's usually the one ending things, except this time. But is he ready to let her go?

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babysubinnie · 3 days ago

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racing for your.. heart? (lee heeseung) - catch me if you can

🥚 pairing :: richboy!heeseung x richfem!reader, streetracer!heeseung x streetracer!reader, 🥚 genre :: emotional, fluff, angst (lowkey a lot) 🥚 warnings :: suggestive, lots of swearing, flirting from hee, tension!!!!! attitude from reader, 🥚 synopsis :: he may have been the heir to the Lux hotel empire, but that didn’t stop him from being a reckless, cocky asshat—fast cars, faster girls, and a reputation for never losing. but then there was you—the one girl who refused to fall at his feet, the only racer who could actually keep up. you were his biggest competition, his biggest frustration, and worst of all, his biggest distraction. no matter how many races you went head-to-head in, you never lost—especially not to him. but this time, the stakes were higher, and whether he admitted it or not, heeseung wasn’t just racing to win. he was racing for you.

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everyone knew who he was. lee heeseung. the one boy that every girl in the school coveted, except you. anything he did, made you mad. everything he did just seemed.. reckless. but for some reason.. he would never seem to want to leave you alone. why?

you walked into the classroom clutching onto your books, confidence pouring out of you, a smirk plastered on your face as you make eye contact with him. you egged him on, knowing how much it would bother him. you see his jaw clench, and hands clenched.

"what lee?" you smirk at him then sit down at your desk, conveniently diagonal from his desk.

"what do you want?" his jaw clenches again, and leans forward on the desk, scoffing.

"i'm asking you that, asshole." you giggle and turn to your friends, but he speaks again, prompting you to turn to look at him. you smile and turn your head over your shoulder to look at him.

"don't call me that, brat." he grits out, his eyes darkening at your words. you giggle again and turn around but not before saying something you knew would piss him off the most. you want to play hee? let's play.

"yeah? make me." something snapped in him when you talked back, and he stood up and walked towards you slamming his hands on the desk. he leaned forward, your faces inches apart.

"what are you going to do lee? hit me? you can't do shit." you smirked and leaned back in your chair crossing your arms, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do anything even if he tried. he fucked with you every single day, and now? you were fighting back, and he hated every single minute of it... but he couldn't seem to stay away from you.

you were talking to your friends after class, sitting on their desk, facing the back of the classroom where him and his friends usually sat and you could feel him staring at you, why not right? you look up and wiggle your fingers at him then turn back to talk to the conversation your really honestly weren't paying any attention to. you then hear his friends taunting him slightly, making you smirk at him. as you were about to speak up, his little fan club walked through the door, and all you thought was, 'thank god they're here to distract him'.

you laughed at the sight of batty eyelashes, high-pitched giggles and flirty remarks, then smirked when you noticed his eyes only on you. what were you thinking? you laugh and shake your head,

"i'm going to the washroom okay?" you stand up and walk to the back exit of the classroom, past him and his fan club. fucking player. as you exit the bathroom, you see him standing outside the classroom leaning against the wall.

"oh lee, you waiting for me? oh how sweet." your words dripped with sarcasm, as you walked towards him opening the door of the classroom, but he puts his hand on top of yours, shutting it again. you look up at him, and scoff.

"you're really full of yourself, aren't you?" he scoffed at your response, acting like your words didn't affect him, even though they did. you couldn't help but notice that his irritation was rising, so you push further.

"yeah, because i have the facts to back them up." you let go of the door handle and stand back to cross your arms smirking. but he hated it. he hated how much you got under his skin, but that never stopped you before.

"oh please, enlighten me, princess." his fucking smirk, drove you crazy. you knew that you walked into this, the only way out now, was to fight back.

"don't fucking call me that, pretty boy." you scoff and roll your eyes, and immediately regret it when he flashes that damn smile. your heart starts beating quickly but you maintain your confidence.

"so you think i'm pretty?" he smirks and takes a step closer to you sticking his hands in his pockets.

"over my dead fucking body, piss off." you bite out and start walking up to the door again, but he moves, blocking your way, continuing to taunt you.

"move."

"i think... i like where i am now." he said, towering over you with a smirk on his face. he then grabbed your wrist spinning you with your back against the wall. he leaned down slightly, leaning one arm on the wall next to you, effectively trapping you in his hold. you clench your fists and scoff, to which he raised an eyebrow at your challenge, slightly surprised by your boldness.

"yeah well, do it with another girl. you're boring me." you look up at him, your eyes filled with anger.. and something else that you were hoping he wouldn't notice.

"boring?" he leans even closer to you, his lips lingering in front of yours, before moving his face to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your ear, "i promise you princess, i'm anything but boring."

"bite me." you roll your eyes scoffing, pushing him away, walking into the classroom without looking back. you swear you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

at the end of the day, you walked towards the parking lot towards your car, with your phone glued to your hand as you type to your friends, "u will neve-" you look up from your phone as you reach the car, you notice the blue corvette parked right next to your hot pink maserati.

"oh you're fucking joking." you scoff and walk up to the car. you reach for the door handle but he says from behind you, still at a distance, stopping you from opening the door.

"well, well, well.. look what we have here." he chuckled as he looked at the neighboring cars. he smirked, leaning against the car, arms crossed, a lazy smile on his face.

instead of entertaining him, you open the door rolling your eyes as you throw your bag into the car, getting into it. he laughed, and walked to your side of the car and knocked on the window, with a fucking smile on his face.

"oh, you're not gonna talk to me now? what happened to all that attitude from earlier, princess?" he called out, taunting you through the rolled-up window. you rolled your eyes, switching on your car and rolled the window down, nodding at him to speak again. he leaned down slightly, looking into your eyes with a playful smirk on his face.

"you really going to act cold towards me? after all the fun we had earlier?" he laughs at your reaction to him.

"fun? fuck off." you grit your teeth and he responds with a laugh again, his eyes sparkling with a lot of things. what is his deal?

he leaned against your car, his eyes fixed on your irritated face as he continued to tease you. "admit it, you like me messing with you."

you sigh replying, "look heeseung, find a girl who’s actually interested because I fucking for sure am not. now back up." you put your hand on the gear and get ready to change it to drive, when he speaks up again.

"oh, trust me, i've tried finding other girls. but they all don't compare to you," he said, leaning a bit closer, placing his arms on the door, not backing away. "they're just not as feisty, not as frustrating, and not as damn adorable as you." you scoff at his words and choke out a laugh.

"clearly you're not looking hard enough. you piss me off, you know that?" you reply, and he responds with another damn charming laugh. fuck. you were in for it, and you knew it was happening fast.

"ah, there's that classic feisty response i love so much," he teased, leaning even closer, his face just a few inches away from yours. you smirk and lean even closer, tilting your head slightly, lips hovering over his. you looked up at him with the most innocent of eyes, and his breath hitches, but he continues smirking at you.

"if i could run you over with my beautiful girl, i would. and then.." you lean even closer, your lips grazing his. you place a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him, then move your head to whisper in his ear, "i would back up over you all over again." you push him away smirking, and he's stunned. he stares at you, blinking quickly, but recovers as he hears you rev your engine.

"real cute y/n. you play dirty." he recovers faster than you think and you scoff. there's no winning with him. ever. you glance at the time, and realize you're almost late for your street race.

"i'm leaving. i have a race. i assume you won't be there so i won't have to race pissed off?" you start to roll up the window, but again, he stops you.

"oh i'll be there. racing right next to you princess." he smirks and you whip your head over at him. damn you jay. "no.. you're not." you look up and barely choke out the words, not knowing he did street racing, and he was already walking towards his car, and spun around winking before getting into his car.

street racing was one of the one things that kept you sane. yeah it was illegal, and if your parents ever found out, it would be the death of you, but it never stopped you. the money (not that you needed it), the thrill of winning, but this race, would be five times more fun winning against him.

you arrived at the race after a brief detour home, slipping into an outfit that turned heads the moment you stepped out. it wasn’t like you had a reason to dress up—not really. there was no one you needed to impress, least of all him. and yet, here you were, pulse thrumming beneath fabric chosen too carefully for someone who supposedly didn’t care.

you wore a sleek black leather jacket, its cropped cut hugging your frame just right. underneath, a fitted crimson crop top added a pop of color, bold and unapologetic. your jeans were high-waisted and effortlessly flattering, distressed just enough to give that perfectly undone look. a pair of heeled ankle boots gave you a little extra height, their sharp silhouette matching your freshly done nails—glossy and dark. silver jewelry caught the glow of the streetlights, glinting at your throat and wrists, subtle but impossible to ignore. your hair? styled just enough to make it look like you didn’t try too hard, though you definitely did. even if you weren’t doing this for him… you wanted to be unforgettable.

you step out of the car, one foot at a time, pulling the lollipop that was in your mouth out, and look around, making eye contact with him. you smirk and walk over to speak to jay, who was the official for the races.

"hi jay," you smile glancing at him then back at jay. "what's the stakes?"

"20k for the winner, but i doubt that you need to worry about paying it." jay winks and places a hand on your hip, and you glance over at him, and to your surprise, he was reacting. his jaw was clenched, shifting uncomfortably.

"nice to see you too." you smirk and place a hand on his chest, "but i'm pissed at you for not telling me that he was racing me."

"sorry your highness. rules are rules. you don't know who you're racing until you're here, even if it's you." jay shrugs and pulls you closer, then turns over his shoulder looking at heeseung. you scoff walking over to heeseung, and cross your arms when your face to face.

"oh lookie who we have here. i didn't think you would have the balls to show up lee." you laugh as he looks you up and down. you step closer as he speaks up,

"did you really think i would miss the opportunity to race the princess of street racing? please," he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, "you wish i didn't show up."

"oh right... i own these streets lee. just because i'm pretty doesn't mean i can't race... well.. you." you say in a mocking tone, knowing that he would get pissed at the comment.

"oh i know you're pretty, but that doesn't help you win races. you're going to learn that the hard way tonight." he steps dangerously close to you, yet again, faces inches apart. you place your hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing.

"looks like your car isn't the only thing racing, lee. remember this, because you're going to lose." you caught him, and you needed him to know that you had him wrapped around your finger before he even knew it. before he could get any words in, you turn away and walk towards the other racers who were here to watch you and heeseung race.

"hey hae-in." you call over one of the better racers you've raced against, and he walks over to you. "hey what's up?"

"he any good?" you whisper while looking at heeseung, and hae-in nods, stepping beside you to look at heeseung.

"oh yeah, he's good. fast, skilled, and fucking confident." he replied, his eyes flickering towards heeseung for a moment before returning to you.

"do i have a chance?" you mentally groan at the thought of losing for the first time to a cocky boy like heeseung. you shake your head when heeseung looks over with a cocky expression on his face.

"oh you have more than a chance. you'll wipe these streets with him." hae-in laughs, winking before looking up when jay calls us to start the race. you look up at hae-in, returning his wink as you walked backwards towards your car,

"i know i could count on you."

the engines roared like caged beasts, their growls vibrating through your chest as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel. beside you, heeseung sat in his own vehicle, his fingers drumming against the wheel in an easy rhythm, eyes locked on you winking, then turned to look back at jay. he looked calm. too calm. like he had already won.

your foot hovered over the gas pedal, heart pounding in sync with the countdown.

three. you look over and heeseung shot you a glance, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk.

two. you clenched your jaw, heat flaring in your chest.

one.

tires screeched against asphalt as you both launched forward, your car jerking beneath the force of acceleration. heeseung was right beside you, neither of you giving an inch. the road stretched ahead, a twisting maze of concrete and danger, but there was no room for hesitation.

he edged forward slightly, his car kissing the lead, and you could almost feel his triumph radiating through the air. but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. tightening your grip, you shifted gears, unleashing a burst of speed that sent you flying past him, the rush of adrenaline igniting every nerve in your body. it was just you, the road, and the reckless thrill of the chase.

heeseung swerved at the same time you did, drifting, tires screeching in a desperate fight for control. the world tilted for half a second, and you felt the breath catch in your throat. but you recovered, barely, the car stabilizing just as heeseung’s pulled up beside yours once again. his eyes met yours through the tinted glass, a challenge flashing between you, that damn fucking smile.

this wasn’t just about speed anymore. It was about who wanted it more.

#enhypen angst #kpop #kpop imagines #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen fluff #enhypen #enhypen series #street racer enhypen #street racer heeseung #street racer au #kpop fluff #kpop angst

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hornedtussock · 23 hours ago

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I've been obsessing over the Batman villains and Epic the musical and I really want to rant about what my vision is

So my basic rundown of characters are:

Odysseus: Two-Face/Harvey Dent

Penelope: Gilda

Athena: Batman/Bruce

Telemachus: Robin/Dick

Eurylochus: Riddler/Edward E. Nygma

Polites: N/A

Aeolus: Harley Quinn

Poseidon: Rupert Thorne

Circie: Clayface/Matt Hagen

The nymphs: Calendar Girl + Baby Doll

Hermes: Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

Tiresias: Scarecrow (Specifically the Corpsecrow design)/Jonathan Crane

The Sirens: N/A

Scylla: Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley

Zeus: Etrigan the Demon/Jason Blood

The Suitors: Random henchman

Apollo: The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot

Hephaestus: Mr. Freeze/Dr. Victor Fries

Aphrodite: Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Ares: Bane/Eduardo Dorrance

Hera: N/A

Calypso: Joker??? Still N/A

I'm still trying to figure out who could go where but I'm pretty sure of who is who, like Mad Hatter is 100% Hermes and ClayFace is Circie. But depending on what I try to figure out for the ones I don't know some things will move around for certain characters.

But the basic premise I have is Two-Face and other villains go out to fight another group of villains, and they win obvi and "Just a Man" plays out, then they leave. They do arrive back at Gotham, but they keep getting turned around and such and such. Batman is secretly watching over Two-Face and then the Polymethous Saga where instead of the Cyclops, it's a group of goons that try to eliminate the group. So that goes about and then Bruce just dips out. Boom, the Ocean Saga and Harley Quinn gives Two-Face a gag bag that is basically an industrial fan in a bag and all they have to do is not open this bag. Riddler opens the bag, whoops. Then Rupert Thorne shows up and is like "Hey, remember that group of goons you tortured? Yeah, those were mine- soooooo, say goodbye to most of your group" Then Two-Face goes "Gotta open the bag gang" and they get blown away to the old movie studio lot where uh oh! Clayface gonna make the rest of their group into statues for the time being cause uuhhh- trauma. Anyway Two-Face goes to get them back and Mad Hatter pops out of the shadows and is like "Hey fam, take this little device I made to trick that guy so you might not die tee-hee okay byeeee!!!" *insert epic wonderland x wouldn't you like animatic* Then Two-Face and Clayface have their debacle and then it's like "MR. HAGEN PLEASE LET US GO HOME I WANNA SEE MY WIFE :(((" " *sigh* Fine ig, but I can't get you home dude, gotta find this guy that can do spooky stuff that can help you, I can get you there though" "okay chill, can I get my group back now?" "... UUGGGHHHHH fine" Yay, everyone is okay, kinda. They then go to Scarecrows lair and travel through his fear gas for a bit. Two-Face then finds him and Scarecrow goes "So everything is gonna go poorly for you but I'm gonna be super cryptic about it so you get confused and leave me alone" After that, Two-Face is the monster raw raw raw, and then they encounter the sirens while going back and he's like "I'm tired of being chill, gonna lose it for a bit" and then they're dead. Now they gotta go through a giant garden as a short cut and who's in that garden? Yep, Ivy, and 6 villains get taken away for fertilizer just cause she needs it. Then Riddler's like "Dent wtf?? Why did you do that?" "Edward, I just wanna go home, I didn't want to do it, but I wanna see Gilda." He's then knocked out and then he wakes up to his group finding those oversized cows from the one episode of the New Batman Adventures and it's all downhill from there.

(I'm out of motivation to finish this but just imagine everything EXCEPT FROM THAT PART OF HOLD THEM DOWN that happens in Epic from there but with the villains and such and such) [I'm so tired]

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laursdomain · 2 days ago

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Brothers

[platonic] pairing: Xaden Riorson & Bodhi Durran

prompt: Xaden has always been known for putting himself before everything else. Before Violet, before the marked ones, before his province. How is he supposed to feel when someone does it for him?

w/c: 2.1k

a/n: happy Xaden's week! i wanted to partake for day 3: sacrifice! hope you enjoy <3 @empyreanevents

warnings: angst, fighting, near death experience, mentions of injuries, happy ending

Xaden knew what it meant to be the Duke of Tyrrendor. It meant he symbolized the province, and he himself was responsible for everyone under his reign. This isn’t abnormal for him, no. After all, he was only seventeen when he took one hundred and seven scars to the back on behalf of all of the children of the rebellion. To give them all a chance.

No, Xaden Riorson didn’t mind being the Duke. He didn’t mind the responsibility. What he did mind, though, was when his citizens made his life a living hell.

His younger cousin sat across from him, refusing to make eye contact. Bodhi Durran is nearly an identical copy of Xaden, except he has more softer features. Features that make him more approachable and likable. Growing up with Xaden–you would think that he’d be responsible, mature, and be everything Xaden is. Although, what most people didn’t know was how irresponsible he is.

“Are you going to sit there all day without saying a word?” Xaden spits out, narrowing his eyes at his younger cousin. To put it lightly, he wasn’t happy with the way Bodhi is missing classes to fight, flying away atop of Cuir. It was irresponsible, and it reflected on Tyrrendor. For years, Bodhi has always listened to Xaden. But now, when the succession is at risk, Bodhi decides to act up.

“I’m not going to apologize.” Bodhi finally looks at Xaden, anything but regret filling his body. Bodhi’s actions have always been calculated and intentional. He didn’t regret trying to help stop the war, and he most certainly wasn’t going to let succession stop Xaden from having one of his most skilled fighters.

The two were at a standstill, and neither were intending on backing down. This scene is eerily familiar to all the fights Xaden’s father and Bodhi’s mother used to always have, neither refusing to admit they are wrong, and fighting until their last breath. Clearly, the two didn’t get the other parent’s trait of admitting when they are wrong.

Xaden’s jaw clenches, keeping his anger at bay. He has already yelled at the boy for his actions, and Xaden knew more than anyone that yelling at Bodhi would get him nowhere. It didn’t work on him. Bodhi and Garrick were the only ones who were immune to Xaden’s anger, never flinching or immediately obeying.

“Do you at least see why I’m angry?” Xaden grits out, digging his fingernails into the soft armchair. He remembers sitting on this chair frequently as a child, as he listened to his mother play music on the piano. Before she left, of course.

Bodhi scoffs, shaking his head. “Because I’m your heir? You do realize I want nothing to do with the crown. I want to fight by your side, and you know it.”

“I’m well-the-fuck-aware,” Xaden snaps, before lowering his tone. “But we just got her back. I’m not going to lose it because you’re being an idiot.”

“Then why don’t you stay here, while I fight? Like we were raised, how Mom and Uncle Fen planned.” Bodhi suggests, though he already knows how Xaden feels about it.

“Not an option.” Xaden retorts.

Before he can continue, sirens blare throughout Riorson House, signaling wyvern and venin have gotten through their weak wards. The two men jump to their feet, ready for battle. Bodhi turns, starting to quickly make his way out of the room and to his dragon, before Xaden roughly grabs hold of the back of his shirt. Xaden pulls him back, causing Bodhi to stumble before he regains his footing.

Bodhi’s eyes flare, clearly taken aback by his cousin's actions. “What the hell?”

“Stay here,” Xaden orders, turning his back to his cousin.

“That’s not fair, you need me.” Bodhi fights back, though he makes no effort to move.

As quick as lightning, Xaden spins on his heel, and grips the back of Bodhi’s neck, forcing Bodhi to look at him. “What I need is for you to stay here, out of danger. If something happens to me, Tyrrendor has to be safe with you.”

Bodhi holds Xaden’s stare for what feels like minutes, the siren becoming annoyingly loud. Much to his dismay, Bodhi surrenders, subtly nodding in understanding.

“Am I interrupting something?” Violet stood at the doorway, pinning her hair up as she watched the two have a staring contest.

“No,” Xaden answers, releasing his hold on his cousin as he leaves the room with his lover.

Bodhi falls back onto the chair, annoyance filling his body as he hears riders and cadets file out of the house, getting ready to battle. Xaden wasn’t cruel, he did leave a job for Bodhi. To make sure the first-years stay here. To babysit.

Xaden had begun to curse how far away Garrick was. He has become accustomed to having his best friend by his side, 24/7, making sure nothing happens to him. Garrick always has Xaden’s back, and it was a familiarity that Xaden loved, but would never admit. He couldn’t trust any of the riders with him at the front lines. None of them knew he was internally battling being an initiate, and most of them have probably once viewed him with disgust before his status changed.

Before he became Duke.

Xaden and Sgaeyl valiantly fought, avoiding any surges and advances from the wyvern and their mavens. Venin being able to wield signets is becoming a problem, they no longer have an upper hand on the enemy. While Xaden became preoccupied with the enemy in front of him, he became defenseless and vulnerable from the back. Out of what seems like nowhere, a wyvern latches its teeth into Sgaeyl’s hind legs, keeping a death-like grip on them as she screams in pain.

Sgaeyl couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. Unless she desired to have only two legs rather than four, there was nothing she could do as the ugly beast held her and her rider in place. Another pain-filled screech from his dragon made him wince as the wyvern plunged its teeth in further, drawing more blood. This wyvern wasn’t just intent on killing Sgaeyl, he wanted to torture her.

“Don’t get up!” Sgaeyl’s voice roared through her bond with Xaden.

“You’re going to die,” Xaden points out, ready to jump out of his seat.

“If you get up, I will be dead before you’re on your feet. Sit down.” Her voice held authority, an authority that Xaden always listened to. Reluctantly, he resumed his position on his dragon, forcing himself to listen to her cries of pain. They wanted him to witness this, to feel it. They were torturing both of them. Is this what Xaden gets for leading a revolution, being the son of Fen Riorson, and being the Duke of Tyrrendor? After all his efforts, this is what he gets? Maybe he deserves it, after all, he did kill one of King Tauri’s sons.

Xaden closes his eyes, desperately trying to drown out Sgaeyl’s cries. It doesn’t help that he can feel all of her pain, the door that connects them is wide open. Within a second, it stops.

Bodhi thinks Xaden will kill him later. Actually, he will kill him later. But, the second Cuir informed him that Sgaeyl and Xaden were in danger, Bodhi knew he had to go help his cousin. He flew fast, dodging the wyvern and their riders, making a beeline for the only large, blue dragon fighting in this battle.

Bodhi braces himself, holding firm onto Cuir as he barrels into the wyvern that has its jaws attached to Sgaeyl’s legs. Cuir barrels down with the wyvern, leading it into a chase, away from Xaden. Bodhi could feel Xaden’s ice stare, already thinking of a lecture to give to his younger cousin once this battle was over.

Once Sgaeyl recovers enough, she flies after Cuir, who is now being chased by the wyvern. The pale beast is moments away from hurting Cuir the same way Sgaeyl was. Except there is a large difference; Bodhi may not be able to handle the pain.

Cuir dives, preparing to do a maneuver to throw the wyvern off its course. Though, Cuir’s speed is no match for the wyvern. Before Cuir can level himself out, the wyvern crashes its body into Cuir, sending them all to the ground–twenty feet below them.

“Bodhi!” Xaden screams, the sound being foreign to him. He isn’t accustomed to screaming for someone, especially not someone he loves.

Sgaeyl shoots down, ending the wyvern before it could get up to feast on the other dragon and its rider. Without thinking, Xaden slides off of Sgaeyl, touching down on the ground. If one venin steps onto the ground, he’s dead.

Xaden runs towards Cuir’s green body, finding Bodhi wedged between two of Cuir’s legs, though he is unsure if he was breathing. Cuir shudders, slowly moving his body as Xaden approaches. Cuir allows Xaden to come close, his arms hooking around Bodhi’s shoulders as he drags him two feet from his dragon.

Xaden frantically shakes his cousin, any coherent thoughts out of his head. “Gods damn it, wake up Bodhi.”

Xaden keeps shaking Bodhi, praying for a miracle from Malek. After a minute, though it feels like several for Xaden, Bodhi’s eyebrows scrunch, peeling his eyes open with a groan. Xaden releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding this entire time, pulling his cousin into a tight hug.

Bodhi regains focus on his surroundings, wrapping his arms with what little strength he has around his cousin. Bodhi is confused, to say the least. He isn’t sure why Xaden is hugging him while a literal battle is ongoing, but he doesn’t question it. He learned a long time ago to never question Xaden’s actions. Xaden holds the back of Bodhi’s head, not saying a word. He keeps repeating in his mind, convincing himself that he is alive and okay.

Though, the battle can no longer be ignored. Xaden reluctantly releases his cousin, helping him to his feet.

“Go straight home.”

Bodhi doesn’t say a word, simply mounts Cuir and makes a beeline for Riorson House. Xaden doesn’t move or peel his eyes away until he can no longer see the green dragon, running to mount Sgaeyl as he zips towards Violet, to the temple. To help her, now.

Bodhi’s confused, to say the least. He’s washed up, though the headache in his head remains from the impact of his body hitting the ground. If Cuir hadn’t maneuvered him to be between his legs, he would’ve died. Xaden acted like he actually died and came back to life, when that clearly didn’t happen. Right?

Xaden slams open Bodhi’s door, startling him. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“A thank you would suffice,” Bodhi crosses his arms, challenging his cousin.

“Thank you?” Xaden breathes out, “you almost died.”

“I’m alive,” Bodhi points out, his stare still hard.

“And if you died?” Xaden rhetorically asked, not wanting to think of the scenario.

“Oh well, then you won’t have an heir.”

Xaden felt anger rising in his body, from the audacity of his cousin. He nearly died, and he thinks Xaden was worried about his fucking heir.

“I could care less about an heir,” Xaden snaps, “you almost died. I would’ve lost you.”

Bodhi’s eyes softened, taken aback by his cousin's words. He couldn’t find himself to speak, allowing Xaden to continue.

“We’ve already lost Liam. If I lost you or Garrick–I’m not sure what I would do.” Xaden’s confession is raw, easing the argument that has stood between the boys all day long.

Bodhi crosses the threshold, engulfing Xaden in a bone-crushing hug. Being a man who despises hugs, unless they are from Violet, he accepts it. Nobody would know, unless it got to Garrick. Xaden always acted cold-hearted in front of everyone, even his own family. It came as a shock to see he actually cared and loved them, especially when they’ve become so accustomed to his actions. Bodhi feels Xaden smile into the hug, he was being discreet, but he’s known him since birth. He knows everything about his cousin–his strengths, his weaknesses, everything.

“I love you, too.” Bodhi speaks, the statement lingering between the two. Their pointless argument is long forgotten, left on the battlefield. It seems that the argument was put to rest the moment Bodhi decided to sacrifice himself for his cousin. Except Malek is kind. He decided to let Bodhi live, this time. Although, Xaden swore there will never be another time. He will never allow his cousin to sacrifice himself for anyone, especially Xaden, ever again.

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